I'm completely disillusioned. Disheartened. Dis.... confused. Let me start from the beginning. Ralph Lauren is a god. His store feels like you've stepped into Jude Law's life in "The Talented Mr. Ripley" (before he gets wacked) and his parties are fantastic. Of course he has nothing to do with his Charleston store, but it makes me feel more fabulous to talk about it like he's hosting it in person. The store hosted a Spoleto party tonight - champagne, lemon juleps, goat cheese tarts, deviled quail eggs, fantastic clothes, and an equally fantastic crowd. I met a couple - a french man and his fashionable wife - one of those devestatingly handsome and fun older couples with horses, a sailboat and a classic car. I migrate to several people and, when the juleps run dry, we head to a local bar that is commonly known to turn into a gay bar when the sun goes down. There, I discover that my newly found best friend of the evening is a drag queen, that I can't WAIT for Charleston to turn smoke-free, and that there is no better drink than a champagne mini-bottle. Then comes the disheartening part of my story. I see my #1 Charleston crush sitting at the bar... at the GAY bar. Is he gay? Is he just sweet and hanging out with a gay friend? Only time will tell, and I intend to find out.
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