• My most fave Blind Vice boy, Toothy Tile, is getting braver ‘n’ braver: He just hit a gay enclave in Hell-Ay last week, openly doing his b-f, who, by the by, is not at all who everybody thinks he is. Keep up the frolickin’, by all means.
• While Joe Francis continues, from jail in Nevada, to berate Hugh Hefner for not defending his soft-core pornography peddling (J.F. considers H.H. a bro-in-free-speech-arms, as it were), he nevertheless enjoys ordering in his cheeseburgers from the outside world. But don’t tell Paris, whatever ya do, she’ll be pissed, fer sure.
• “Ice-cold” came the latest quote directly to yours truly from an Oprah worker bee, regarding how said (fairly high up) O.W. employee finds her boss. I swear, ever since I ran that original item about a program guest who told me he found my hero, Oprah, to be so damn cold, people have been bitchin’ outta the e-woodwork, saying they agree—and then some. Say it isn’t so, O!
• And yes, I’m saving the best—and most predictable, agreed—bullet for last: In reference to a story I’ve previously discussed (broken, actually, but who’s being pissy?), the Bushes continue to live publicly together but privately apart. Sources from the prez retreat of Camp David insist to moi that Laura has not been with her imbibing-again hubby for several recent stays. I’m only the messenger here, so save your party-loyal vile for Hillary Clinton’s stylist, all you nasty Republican emailers who crucify me every time I report this divisive sitch.
Of course, Alli was by Brit’s side at the bar on Friday night, where the two were sucking lollipops, natch, and carrying water bottles, as I'm sure you've heard. Does Brit think she’s going to an Ecstasy rave, or something? She’s certainly carrying all of the perfect accessories for same lately.
Once inside Winston’s, sober witnesses say they saw the ma of Sean Preston and Jayden James drinking up a storm, per usual. When is Brit gonna get it through her poorly coiffured head? Now, more than ever, the Taco Bell babe needs to stay home with her sons, quit hitting every bar, club and hot spot in sight and prove herself a competent parent if she thinks she has a chance of keeping her boys.
But then I’ve always been a fan of those who do precisely as they’re not supposed to do. Uh, it’s just that you’re guaranteeing Sean and Jayden to have about as loving and supportive an upbringing as you did, Ms. Es. Or is that the point here?
Eva Mendes, dropping beaucoup bucks on Sunday at Diavolina on Robertson. Eva-babe was lookin’ casual yet put together in white wide-leg pants, big-butt shades and scarf in her coif, too bad no paps were around to snap—Britney she sure ain't. Store spies saw Eva paying for her own purchases (who knew?), which totaled more than $1,000. Way to shop, sister! The Latina looker wasn’t wearing lotsa makeup, the same way I see her at the gym (totally unlike, say, Dina Lohan). On a pricey shopping spree in the same city was…
Stacy Keibler and Geoff Stults, attending a wedding in Santa Barbara. The tall 'n’ blinding-toothed twosome are apparently still going strong, as they were spotted sucking tongues ‘n’ such during the nuptials of Geoff’s agent. Stacy was in a yellow frock, pretty enough, with Geoff semiboring in a beige suit. Both babes had on sunglasses, natch, to remind the hoi polloi that they’re sorta kinda semiknown. Wonder if these two are planning their own union anytime soon?