Rumors after breakfast, Scandal before lunch

On the Upper East Side, brunch is more than just a meal. It's an event. Full of all your friends and more importantly all your enemies too. This week, C's dad, Bart Bass, is hosting a brunch at The Palace Hotel. Hope you got enough shut eye after the Kiss on the Lips party because you're going to need to be fully alert for this. You never know what (or who) will get served at a Sunday brunch in the 10021. Who's hungry?

Spotted: The Palace is the place to be! D and J dropping S off in a cab outside the hotel. No word on if there was a goodnight kiss or what (will let you know as soon as I find out, promise!). C entering his suite with two female employees (meow!). Guess a black eye doesn't ruin your game. Go C! Hope you used protection. N sulking and drinking from a flask in the lobby. Wah, wah, wah. Also, B, K and I getting out of the limo at B's place. K & I were texting away on their sidekicks while B looked absolutely livid. Why the long face, B? Was your perfectly planned night ruined by the appearance of a certain ex best friend? Don't fret, B. Brunch is just around the corner. S wouldn't be so unwise to show her face there, would she? We sure hope so! Because there's nothing Gossip Girl loves more than scrambled eggs with a side of catfight.
Eggs, bacon and pancakes are the standard items on any usual brunch menu. But on an Upper East Side brunch menu the main item is drama. And boy was Bart Bass' brunch today at The Palace Hotel no exception.

Ah, where to begin? Well, let's start with the night before. Can you believe Dan Humphrey's lame excuse of a goodbye to Serena Van Der Woodsen? A wave? Really? Who does he think he is? Miss Brooklyn riding down Roebling on a float? Geez. The only thing worse than a wave is a high five and had D done that he'd have a one way ticket to Antarctica by now. If D really wants to keep a girl like S around he's going to have to do much better than, ugh, a wave. At least walk her to the door of the hotel. Do they not teach chivalry in Brooklyn? This kid has sooo much to learn.

On the day of the brunch, Nate Archibald and D were surprised to find themselves both in search of a certain blonde vixen. But, alas, she was not home. The boys were forced to wait for her; side by side! A-W-K-W-A-R-D! And where exactly was our favorite girl? S was at Blair Waldorf's for their usual Sunday tradition: breakfast and Audrey. Too bad B wasn't up for it. She told S she has new traditions now. Ouch! Oh, and B let S in on the fact that she knows S had sex with her boyfriend, N. Eek! B told S to stay away from her, her boyfriend and her friends. S was done here. Finished. Erased. You could cut that tension with a chainsaw.


Meanwhile, little Jenny Humphrey made her way uptown to B's to 'give back her calligraphy pens'. Ugh, what a lame excuse. These Humphreys need to work on their social skills because they are lacking. But unlike her dorky older brother, J at least has some game. B invited J to stay and help her get ready for brunch. She told J about being part of this crazy Upper East Side world where people will talk. Does J really want to be in it? Is it all worth it? That's up for J to decide. But while she deliberates, B let J keep a dress made by her mother, Eleanor Waldorf. You better tuck that away in your LeSportsac, J. Don't want anyone to swipe it on the A train back to Brooklyn. You'd have to sell a whole lot of Girl Scout Cookies to ever be able to really afford an Eleanor Waldorf dress, J.

S returned defeated to The Palace, only to find D still waiting for her (N must have left because unlike D he actually has a life). S was about to escape with D to somewhere far, far away from all the people who hated her when her mother, Lily Van Der Woodsen, found her. S was expected to go to the Bart Bass hosted brunch. There was no way around that. S appealed but Lily was not having any of it. Their compromise? D could get his eggs benedict on at what was surely the most elegant breakfast he'd ever been to. This was a far cry from his local Williamsburg Diner where he was used to $.25 bottomless cups of coffee.


At the brunch, N finally got S alone and convinced her to meet him in Chuck Bass's suite to talk about everything that was going on. She reluctantly agreed, took N's key to the suite and told him she'd be up in 10 minutes. In the mean time, being the horny devil that he is, C gave B his suite key so she could finally (in C's words) "seal the deal" with N. Yes, you read that right. Two of C's suite keys were out in the hands of the two girls who could do the most damage with them. Oh, don't you just love Sunday brunch? You never know what might happen...

B found N and told him she wanted to do 'it'. Now. N, being a guy, jumped at the chance and fled with B. It must have slipped his pretty little mind that S was waiting for him... in the exact place he was about to go... When they arrived at the suite, S was there in all her tall, blonde glory. Seems like this girl always gets in the way right when B and N are about to get down and dirty. The ultimate C-Block. B's face froze when she saw S in the suite. What was S doing there? Who let her in? S and N tried to plead with B that they were meeting only to talk. But trying to defend yourself to a girl like B is pointless. B was fuming and there was only one way to get S back: to tell D all about how his dream girl had sex with her best friend's boyfriend.



S and N raced off to find B before she could wreak havoc and divulge the big secret to D. What they found was B already talking to D along with the one person who was definitely not needed in this situation: C. S tried to stop B but instead it was C who ended up spilling the beans to a crushed D. C even took it to the next level by mentioning D's sister, J and their "unfinished business". Lonely Boy didn't like that too much so he showed off his aggressive Brooklyn tendencies and pushed C into a waiter. The waiter and the mimosas he was carrying went crashing down to the ground causing a loud commotion for all to see. Everyone at the brunch gasped and stared at the scene; jaws dropped, cell phones abuzz. Just another Sunday afternoon on the Upper East Side.

Outside the hotel, S tried to stop D from leaving. But it was too late. D had already made up his mind. He was wrong about S. He knew she was from this world and that maybe she was different. But she's not. S told him she's trying to change but D didn't want to hear any of it. He was over all of it.

As the sun started setting, Melanie91 saw S walking down Madison Avenue holding onto her phone. And then she did the absolute craziest thing I have ever heard a girl do...she threw her LG Chocolate phone in the garbage! Can you believe that? What could she possibly be thinking? Has S gone mad? A girl can never live without her friends, her phone or her lipgloss. Oops, looks like S may be spending a lot of time applying her NARS wand to her lips since that seems to be the only thing she has left. What a cruel, cruel world. (No, I'm not that desperate to dive into a garbage can.)


So now we're left to wonder what will happen to all of our favorite NYCers. What's going to come of B? Has she finally gotten her revenge on S or was this only the beginning? And N? Is he going to remain loyal to B and keep his word he won't talk to S? Or how about C? He's always up for a good game of ruin someone's life. I'm sure he hasn't had enough of torturing S yet. And what about Don? I mean, Lonely Boy. I mean, who cares? If he's not with S then he doesn't really matter, right? But we are still intrigued by one Humphrey: his little sister J. It looks like she's only steps away from being fully accepted by B and her crew. But will her alliance stay true to B? Or will she jump ship and support S? And last but certainly not least: S, herself. What's a girl like her to do now? No friends. No phone. Oh, how the mighty have fallen from grace. This world is pretty hard to truly grasp. One day you can be on top of the city and the next you're hated by all and thrown to the curb. But we're certain this won't be the last we see or hear of from S. A girl like her is bound to have a comeback sooner or later. It's your move, S.

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