The Party's Over

Guys, ZOMG, I know everyone’s, like, FREAKING OUT and stuff about what happened to Paige. I am, too. We Must. Attempt. To. Chill.

(And ps: I know what the police found, but my jury is still out. She is SO innocent until proven guilty, ya know? Don’t these people watch Law & Order and whatever?)

I’ve got pix from the super-extra-scandalous end of the night. Check 'em out. And if you’ve got any new (gory, heinous, shockadelic) details, lemme know!



In the meantime, be cool. This whole thing is crazy messed, but we’ll figure it out. Spence, Paige—I’m here for you both. I’m all sensitive and whatever like that.

location: home again. the night ended kinda abruptly, after all.
status: jaw, meet floor.
mood: shockadelic, and stuff

A Thousand Words

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 Fetish
status: all furious and seethe-y and whatever
mood: like so totally torn up and stuff