On the Upper East Side, it's easy to think that the world is exactly as it appears. Refined, elegant, imposing. But sometimes, all it takes is a little alcohol to open the door to the wild side.
The birthday ball has ended, and are you ready for the 411 on what's up and who went down?
Word is the boy from Brooklyn finally made it to the East. Who knew G would learn the trick so quickly: to get over a guy, you need a new guy. Or in this case, two.
Looks like the virgin blogger isn't as pure as he pretends to be. Who's your Daddy, G? Talk about doing the nasty, or should I say, being nasty.
And as for AA, you left Manila a star, but with your exploits last Saturday, you landed back a supernova.
Spotted: a very drunk AA sleeping in the halls of the Palace hotel. Looks like you didn't disappoint the tabloids after all. Talk about almost being locked up in jail.
Oh no. We warned you no good would come from such a temper. You just get all tangled up in your anger. Until you're trapped in a prison of your own making. Smile for the camera AA.
And in the other side of the room: Spotted RC: faced with a reversal of fortune after switching roles. Who knew wearing a mask would bring out his other side? A top or a bottom to be: is that the face or the mask I see?
Like all good things, the masquerade ball must come to an end. True natures are revealed. And for some, tricks are turned into treats. Like our birthday boy K.
Happy birthday K. Word is the debutante debuted a prince. And made K's birthday dream come true.
Happy birthday K. Word is the debutante debuted a prince. And made K's birthday dream come true.
But too bad for K, when morning comes, reality intrudes and the dream begins to slip away. And all you have left are the memories.
So dream a little dream of me.
Tales from the ball:
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