This week I have returned to a health kick, trying to get back into shape and keep the clothes from “shrinking.” Spain and Portugal had a bloaty effect, and though constant eating of fabulous food and sipping of extraordinary wine is fun, it falls into the category of EXCESS, and even a diva has to know when to take a step back every once in a while. My body appreciates the break. So this must be what all those people mean by “fasting” or “cleansing” or whatever the fuck hippie words they use to describe “not eating crap or drinking alcohol for a finite period of days.” Ah, hippies. Anyway, let’s be nice for a bit. My article this week is about manners, particularly about party etiquette, which I call PARTY POOPERS. It’s a bitchy one. But I believe the bitch in me was warranted this time. These people went above and beyond the call of assholiness at a recent party, and well, that’s just not cool. I didn’t capture any footage of the bad behaving schmoes, so for my video I decided to show some fun footage of my Elation Day ‘08: Barack to the Future party. The short video, for your viewing pleasure, is right here: