That’s what they say a picture is worth, right? Good thing I took a bunch of the bash at Bar Fetish! Otherwise no one would ever believe how crazy things got down in A.C.
Seriously, though, the night started out super-fantastic and stuff, but totes flew out of control in no time.
The proof is in the pics. Behold:
BEFORE:
Aww. Besties forever!
AFTER:
Oops. Back off, beyotch!
Of course, there were, like, a few small stops along the way from Point A to Point Z.
It’s poss that Paige had a scootch too much to drink:
Thank God I was there to help her out! She was soooo grateful.
If you were wondering what exactly it was that gave her that hardcore second wind? In a word, this:
¿Cómo se dice SKANK WHORE?
So now, naturally, Paige is pizzed beyond belief at Regan, and no one has seen Spencer in hours. Supposedly she went back to Philly early and stuff?
Leave it to Malibu Bitchie to ruin the night for my BFFs.
This so isn’t over.
location: Bar Fetishstatus: all furious and seethe-y and whatever
mood: like so totally torn up and stuff
Has anyone noticed that Ben Franklin has an awesome butt and stuff? 'Cause, like, I sure hadn’t, until now. He totes fills out those Bradford boxers way better than half the boys on the lacrosse team.
