Including a load of people heading off to Stella McCartney under cover of night.
Fugger: Drew Barrymore
I guess it makes sense that, of all the people at the Golden Globes, Drew Barrymore would be the one who would show up looking like the scrapbooking aisle at Michael’s come to life:
Bless her heart.
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.