HEY PEOPLE!
Good morning, cats and kittens. How'd you sleep last night? Still hung over from that fabulous party someone threw in the old Barenys building last night? Of course, I didn't know them, personally, but, I never need a reason to dance and drink. Like any of us do! Anywho, one sure fire hangover buster is a cup of green mint tea, a wheat bagel with low carb butter on it(toasted, of course), and settling in bed to read this. Trust me, it works everytime.
Wasn't invited to the party? Don't really know who WE are? Let me explain. We are the perfectly groomed and manicured girls in the lastest couture clothing and expensive, one-of-a-kind shoes skipping classes to attend sample sales and blowing off homework to hang out with our boyfriends. We are the goregoues khaki adn polo shirt wearing boys who play football in the park and look even hotter covered in sweat and dirt. We are seated immediately at the finest restaurants without a reservation. We attend Manhattan's most elite, single-sex, uniform required school. Yes, we do have our moments when we fuck up, but, you'd never know that because of our shy, faux innocent smiles.
Sightings
H shopping with her mom at DSW. She "accidently" made an employee trip causing them to spill a milkshake all over her mother's vintage Chanel suit. The store made the employee apologize and H walked away with six free pairs of ballet flats. Very nice. T and friends getting high on the roof of her town house. Nothing like smoking the day away. S and J walking down Fifth Avenue, holding hands. Uh oh, I smell trouble. D trying on dresses in a vintage boutique in Brooklyn while A sat outside, drinking coffee and people watching. With no real friends to hang out with, it's a good thing she has a hobby. And, a leggy brunette stepping out of a town car in front the Green Field Apartment Building right across the street from the Met. Could it be? B is back for good?
We've all heard the rumors on why our golden girl left suddenly. But, whether it was drugs or an unplanned pregancy, we're all dying to get the scoop. Not that we'd ask her personally, or anything. Not until we hear the ruling from B's bestie, H. But, will H accept her back in like no time has past? Is she that forgiving?
Let's find out.
you know you love me xoxo,
gossip girl