Single Girls and their Wingmen and BFs and Girl Playmates and Squeakies hopped in their Cabbage last night to confront the Clit Teasers, Social Hand Grenades, and All Text No Trousers types who awaited them in the City. Some of them wound up at Bloomingdale's SoHo at the book party for Imogen Lloyd Webber's advice manual The Single Girl's Survival Guide, which is the source of the wholly original euphemisms above and many more. "[Pink superscript 'I']t is a truth which should be universally acknowledged that a single girl can be in possession of the most wonderful life," the book begins. With the help of photographer Nikola Tamindzic and maybe one too many passionfruit mojitos, tee hee, I set out to discover whether this could be true.

What's the buzz in London right now? Well, as musical theater scion-hot Imogen Lloyd Webber reveals in the April issue of Jane, it's a drug called cocaine. When Imogen is out trying to enjoy the music of the night, she's often pressured to try it! "I'm a single twentysomething girl who is living the unattached life but has never once tried an illegal drug ... the white stuff seems to be hard for my friends to resist these days. They used to include me in their nightclub plans, until they saw that I couldn't keep up with their demented dancing and would object to being left alone during their repeated trips to the restroom. So now they rarely text me about their after-parties that go on through dawn, as they know I will have collapsed into bed long before, not having their secret energy formula coursing through my bloodstream." Still, though, Imogen might change her mind if the man she cared about enjoyed indulging in the white stuff, right? Love changes everything! Well, maybe not.