I popped into one of hang-outs last night for a some upbeat music and lively chatter when I spied Perez Hilton smack dab in front of me as I nosed my way through the romantic courtyard towards the bar.
The celebrity gossip-monger was outfitted in a army flap-jacket (fatiques) which suited his trimmed-down frame to a "T".
And, under the flattering sensual light, his short "do" (sandy-brown with subtle blond highlights?) appeared less spikey and wild, too.
Trying to butch up his act?
In one hand he was toting a water bottle.
Off the booze, Perez?
Was the tall pretty stud at his mercurial side just a best bud or new main squeeze, I wonder.
On one occasion when he glanced my way, I was mystified by a curious light in his eyes.
A mischievous gleam, perhaps?
I'll have to cruise over to his site and check out what Tinsel town's celebrated court jester is up to this week.
Along with 3 or 4 other million capricious scoundrels, I expect!
Perez and "Teddy"
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