I'm back from London and feel like ass, quite honestly. But it was worth it because I partied my little heart out at Hayu Fest with Austen and Craig and the Bravo gang. And a surprise caller took the edge off my demise. Later, a round of steroids a plastic crown really turned my week around....

This week, it's a short one because I'm packing up (in THE most chaotic manner possible) and heading across the Pond for some Bravo press! Then, it's John's birthday (which I'm celebrating with Dame Joan Collins which means nothing for John but here we are) and we're still hunting for the 7 pairs...