I always hated parties.
If it wasn't for the guys dragging me down to the gondola of the hotel, I would be in my room ordering room service while watching reruns of Gossip Girl (I don't know if Paris watches Gossip Girl. If they don't, they're missing a lot – I mean, who doesn't love an everyday dose of Chace Crawford?).
There was this huge party outside the hotel. Everyone in every age group was basically running around the party. I even spotted five elderly trying to limbo – it's not nice. I was sitting by the tables with Tori. My finger was stirring the glass of orange juice while I watch straight ahead where Gabe and Jonah was trying to convince the bartender they're old enough to drink. Kate was by the snack bar, piling up her plate with many French delicacies.
Valentino came over
