J'adore soiree!

A tradition since the year 2000, and the hottest ticket on the Upper East Side. Blair Waldorf's annual Sleepover is the event everyone has been looking forward to all year. Okay, sorry, a sleepover sounds like a party for 7 year old girls who plan on braiding each other's hair and recreating dance moves from High School Musical. B's gathering is more like a soiree. Where reputations are made and destroyed. A girl can end the night exalted... or in exile. This is a night to remember. And now that B and Serena van der Woodsen are back to being BFF, S is expected to be there with her finest Hanky Panky chemise on. Too bad, she has a date with Dan Humphrey, who actually isn't all that lonely anymore. With S out on the town with the boy from Brooklyn, there's an open spot at the hottest party of the season. And it looks like our very favorite freshman might score an invite. Will Jenny Humphrey be able to hang with the big girls and prove herself to be a force to be reckoned with? Or will she just end up on the first train back to Brooklyn clutching her Hello, Kitty sleeping bag with her dreams shattered? Gossip Girl can't wait to see what will happen. You better come fully awake because at this sleepover there definitely won't be much sleep.

Spotted: B ordering Kumi Kookoon silk sheets for the trundle beds. B's annual sleepover isn't just an event, it's an institution. D picking up a quarter off the sidewalk on Stanhope street. Word has it he has a date with S. And S ain't a cheap date. D's gonna need any extra change he can get. In preparation for her big night with D, S was getting her nails done at Paul Labrecque. We don't know the details of the date yet but once we do, of course we will share all the deats. N & C at Penn Station boarding a train to Newport, RI. They're closing up the Bass boat for the season. Enjoy your chowda and Del's lemonade, boys. J at her a capella group's rehearsal afterschool at Constance Billard. This week they're working on a rendition of Britney Spears' Gimme More. Ugh, gimme less please.

No one plans parties quite like B. And her annual sleepover is no exception. Every year B brings in the finest trundle beds for her guests to slumber on as well as mani/pedi spa chairs from Bliss and racks and racks of clothes from Intermix. This is a night to go down in history. It's survival of the fittest for the young girls on the Upper East Side. Only the strong come out alive.


B was expecting all her friends to be there. Unfortunately, S already had plans; with none other than our lovable hipster, Lonelyboy. D had been planning their date for the past week. He even took all the change from his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles piggy bank to Coinstar to cash it in (wow, can you say dorkage?). D wanted this date to be perfect. I mean, hello, he's taking S out! She's the queen of the Upper East Side. The girl has dated guys twice D's size, both body muscle and you know what down you know where, twice his age, and two million times his net worth. D had to make this the best night of S's life or else she would be gone forever and he'd go on being an anonymous virgin from Brooklyn.

With S not attending the sleepover, there was an extra trundle bed that needed an occupant. Seems like little J was in the right place at the right time. B offered her the coveted spot and J could hardly contain her excitement. OMG! B's sleepover party! J had heard about this magical night but never imagined she could ever actually experience it. Oh, sweet little J, you have so much to learn. B's party will definitely NOT just be eating Oreos, playing Dreamdate and making prank calls. Good luck, J. You're so gonna need it.


Little J arrived at the party carrying her sleeping bag (so embarrassing!). B greeted her and the games begun. First order of business: makeover! J dressed like she was straight out of a Disney channel show. B offered her an Eleanor original to wear and a martini to sip. J was happy to take the dress but hesitated drinking the martini. B told her if she didn't swallow it she'd be on the first train back to Brooklyn. J obliged. She didn't get this far to turn back and go home now.

Meanwhile, D took S to a really fancy restaurant for their date. The restaurant was so expensive they didn't even have the prices on the menu (this is normal for girls like Serena but definitely not normal for guys like D). Seems like both Humphreys were in way over their heads tonight. After D tried to get a good game of "mistress or second wife" going, S admitted this really wasn't her scene. She wanted a date with D, not the date he thought she wanted. Relieved, D led S out of the restaurant and they were on their way to the date they were meant to go on.

Over at the sleepover, the night didn't fully pick up until the girls played the ultimate sleepover game: truth or dare. And when these girls play truth or dare they play truth or dare. Kati Frakas and Isabel Coates were dared to kiss each other and they did! J hadn't seen that much girl on girl action since she accidentally ordered What Girls Really Want on pay per view instead of the Amanda Bynes' movie What a Girl Wants. There's a huuuuge difference! J was relieved when she got a text message from Eric van der Woodsen. But B quickly grabbed the phone out of her hand and read it. It was a picture text of E screaming and the message: "SOS! Still in prison!" Turns out, E was supposed to get released from the Ostroff Center that day but his mom thought he needed a little more time there (ugh, the kid's been there so long he's probably turned into Jello by now). B decided to take truth or dare to a whole new level and dared J to break E out of the center. And what did our well-behaved a capella singer do? She accepted the dare and went straight from JV to Varsity.

While J went into E's room to rescue him, B distracted the nurses by pretending she was a mental patient who was hopped on god only knows what meds. When the nurse left to go get B immediate help, the three fled from the center. Mission accomplished. They met the rest of the sleepover guests at a club downtown. Now, it was B's turn for truth or dare. J dared her to make out with one of members of the Hedgefund mafia who was hanging at the club. And she had to mean it. Too easy. B smiled as she went over to one of the Hotshots. She grabbed him and kissed the Hotshot in front of everyone to see (love B's audacity!). One of his friends said hopefully the Hotshot's girlfriend, Amanda, would never find out about this. B rolled her eyes and called the guy a pig. Worst boyfriend ever. As B walked back to her friends, she showed them she had swiped the Hotshot's phone. B handed it to J and dared her to call the girlfriend, Amanda, and explain to her what exactly her wonderful boyfriend just did. J accepted the challenge and dialed. She told Amanda her name was Bl...Claire and she just had her tongue down her boyfriend's throat. Just thought she should know.

Over at a dive bar, D and S were having the best date ever. Never thought we'd see S in a bar that served peanuts and prided itself on having PBR on tap. Oh, how times change. D and S played pool and picked songs out on the jukebox (S paid since D had cashed in all his quarters). It seemed like everything was going well. They even got really close to one another and it looked like they were going in to, ahhhh, kiss when suddenly D's cell phone started vibrating in his pants. Or what I hope was his cell phone. D answered the call and it was his dad, Rufus. What a mood killer. Rufus told D that S left her phone at the Palace and her mother was furiously looking to get a hold of her. Eric had disappeared from the Ostroff Center. S became worried and had to find out where her brother had gone. Guess you'll have to wait just a little longer for that kiss, D. Hope you're not too blue down there.

The girls were having an awesome time dancing in the club. Even E was enjoying himself. Everything was going great. That is until Amanda, the Hotshot's girlfriend, showed up. And boy was she irate. As Amanda and the Hotshot approached the girls, D and S showed up. They tried to intervene, but Amanda looked like she was going to rip B's head off. J stepped up and admitted she had actually called Amanda. D was shocked to see his sister was not only stooping to dumb teenage girl games at a club but also dressed like that! In public! Amanda and the Hotshot were livid. Who were they dealing with here? Children? D told them they actually are only children. Little J is fourteen! The Hotshot called J jailbait and that really put D over the edge. As D lunged at the Hotshot, the Hotshot shoved D into a bouncer. The kids were kicked out of the club. The game was over.

S was furious that not only did her little brother escape from the rehab center but her best friend helped him! B apologized and said she was just trying to make it up to him after the whole rehab outing at the Ivy Week Mixer. E told S he left on his own freewill. All he wanted was to get out; be with people besides doctors, nurses, and their mom. S couldn't argue with that. D was upset too. J was too smart and too nice to get mixed up in charades like this. J pleaded she knows who she is and isn't going to change for these girls. She'll never forget where she came from. D softened and let J go back with B and the girls. D offered to walk S and E. I'm sure D didn't expect to be ending the night with S's little brother in tow. But of course, tonight didn't turn out to be exactly what he had planned.


On their way back to the Upper East Side, B told J there was just one more thing she had to pull off: go into Eleanor Waldorf's boutique and steal a jacket. It was the last thing she had to do to prove she had what it takes to hang with the elite. B handed J the keys and watched as she entered the store. As J started to take the jacket off the mannequin, B began to countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. RING. RING. The alarms went off and B and the girls fled, leaving J trapped in the store with nowhere to hide. Busted.

But you can never discount J. The girl is smarter than she leads on. When the cops showed up, J told them she was B and was just getting a coat she left behind in her mother's store. Her mother would be so disappointed in her if she knew she had forgotten it in there. Eleanor hates absent mindedness. J said she had her own set of keys so the cop could watch her close up the boutique himself. When J showed up back at the Waldorf penthouse wearing the jacket and not in handcuffs or an orange jumpsuit, B was in utter shock. Well played, little J. J threw the keys over to B, told her she was taking the jacket and was heading back home to Brooklyn. She will see B on Monday on the steps of the Met for lunch. B nodded. Too impressed for words.

And finally it happened. Something we were waiting for quite some time. S and D kissed. The couple (omg can we call them that now??) shared a very romantic first kiss in the middle of a New York City street. And it was actually pretty hot (maybe I need to find a guy from Brooklyn...wait, what am I saying, no Gossip Girl, bad thoughts!) D and S had sexual chemistry, which has been heating up for weeks now. Sure, this isn't the first was seen kissing someone on the street. But this time she's definitely going to remember it. It looked like she was actually enjoying it too. It's crazy how things turn out. One year ago S was running wild; dancing on bars and making boys cry. And now it seems like her focus is on just one guy. S: monogamous?? And D? One year ago this kid had never even talked to a girl, let alone kissed one on a crowded street in front of hundreds of passerbyers. Just goes to show you that miracles can happen, especially in the greatest city in the world. All you need is love.

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