Last weekend was apparently an Event Fest and we’re still playing catch-up.
Fugger: Drew Barrymore
You know how I’ve been bleating on about how I’m pretty sure Drew Barrymore is knocked up?
Let’s just say I’m standing by that. But if not, I will happily meet her on the lanai for mai tais and to bitch about how our pool boy consistently neglects the filters. It may or may not be a euphemism.
So many models, so many actresses, so many outfits.
It’s practically camouflage. It’s quilted for absorbency. It’s awkward and weird. Doing the math, I have no choice but to conclude that Is Drew Barrymore wearing a modified Hunting Slanket.
If you’re going to an Elizabeth Taylor event at Bulgari, wouldn’t you wear your fanciest caftan and most tremendous bejeweled turban? I would. And of course I would bring my talented, alcoholic sometimes-husband, so I would have someone at whom to throw my drink at the end of the night. There were no turbans at this event, but here’s hoping someone got a drink tossed face-wards.
Quick question: Has Justin Theroux ALWAYS been so tan, or can we blame the influence of Aniston? Also: Drew Barrymore, post-baby. Also: other people.