Bravocon is a three-day gossip fest. In the best way possible. It’s not the malicious kind–unless you count Teddi Mellencamp having to wear an entry bracelet or her garnering more boos than anyone in Bravo history. People hate this girl. All for being a third-stage clinger? Best guess.
It’s the safe kind of gossip. They’re not your friends or your boss and they’re rich. In America, it’s okay to hate the rich. And these ladies and gents have willingly served their lives up for ridicule. And then are surprised by the ridicule. But when they’re loved…oh how they’re loved.
Like the oh-so-fun new besties sitting next to me during the OC panel. Vicki, back this season as a friend of–who looks stunning in person btw, answers a query and bestie raises a first in the air, “You do you Vicki.” Vic is a popular girl and it appears that the mess with Brooks is all forgiven. All things with time, Vic, all things with time.
BTW shoutout to seatmates Grant Hixson and Blair Eads, who are as cute as can be and from Charleston, which elicits a gasp. “Wait, what? Do you see them? Do you know Craig?” This girl was flush, having come from a panel where Craig was discussing pillows. I admit to be taken with how unbelievably handsome that man is in the flesh. No lie. Tall, dark, and exquisite Southern dish.
Grant tells me he’s known Craig since college. Whaaaaa? Yes, he’s a nice guy. Truly. They tell me Charleton is really pretty small so you see them filming all the time. On the one hand, I feel sorry for Charleston.
On the other hand, Miss Pat we adore the house and the lifestyle. Give us lessons on gathering Oldest Chicken and friends for cocktails served by a manservant schooled in dirty martinis. Just putting it out there in the universe.
See? It’s just gossip. Dish. Chatter. Chitchat. Dirty laundry. Scuttlebutt. Blather. Meddling. Hearsay. All in a day’s work. And I didn’t have to go into the office. Grant asks, “What’s the notebook for? What are you reporting?” I tell him and Blair about the Diaries and the squees are appropriate.
Before we part, after Grant has complimented my sweater–is this the best day ever or what? Blair says, “You look like a young Miss Pat.” Whaaaa? Is the universe working? Is there a manservant in my future and a mansion in Charleston? Please and thank you.
And that’s not all. There are two more days.
The Duchess Diaries 