HOOFING 'ROUND TOWN

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.

HOOFING 'ROUND TOWN

Us Go'Diva sisters think we're pretty cool. We think we're in the know, we think our opinion matters hugely, and let's face it - we think we're awfully sexy. But there are people cooler... well, let's say equally as cool. We found them at Robert Langdon Studio Saturday night. It was a fashion show and reminicent of something you'd see in Entourage. Paparazzi snapping hundreds of gorgeous people who's diets must consist of cocaine and sugar free diet red bull. I felt so wild and free that I almost reverted to lesbianism, but thank goodness my Go'Diva sister wouldn't let me have another glass of champagne - although the girl in question was way out of my league anyway! (Oh my -sidebar: The Bachelor just DIPPED Tessa. Ew. Cheese. If some guy dipped me after proposing, I'd definitely change my answer.) So, the moral of the story is this: If someone asks you to go to a fashion show in Charleston, go. I've never been dissapointed. Just stay away from the coke and the hot bisexuals.

Robert Langdon party = 3 Panties.
Based on the Go'Diva rating system: 1 Panty (ie. How long do I have to hold this smile?) to 4 Panties (ie. We HEART this and give our full stamp of approval)

DONKEY PUNCH

Boys in Charleston: The Good, The Bad, and the Oh-Sick-You're-So-Ugly:

Meet John Tucker. Ladies... chances are that you've met him. Chances are that you've slept with him. Here's the thing - he's the George Clooney of regular people. George is notorious for his special gift... when he talks to you, he makes you feel like you're the only woman in the world. The problem is that he makes every woman feel that way. John Tucker has the same gift, and he also takes after his teeny-bopper film counterpart. You see, his secret is that he doesn't commit. If he doesn't commit, he's never technically doing anything wrong. So, even though he treats you like a gf... pursues you, gives you the greatest sex, cuddles you after, takes you to breakfast the next morning, makes you mixed CDs, talks to you about his feelings, makes future plans with you... even when you see him on a date with someone else, you can't TECHNICALLY get mad at him. He never said he was only dating you. The thing is, I don't need to be EXCLUSIVE. Neither do most women. It just usually happens that way when you're hanging out with someone you like. But John Tucker... it's like it's his job to date as many women as possible at one time. I think it's his mission to try and see how many girls he can get to like him at once. A lot of my friends have been there, and now I've been there (and I HATE incest!). So ladies, beware... if he looks like an Affleck, and he acts like George... you may have John Tucker on your hands.

We're coming...

and it's going to be spectacular.