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two　silly　drunk　girls？　Either　way；　it　definitely　adds　a　little　tension　to　
the　mix。　What　fun！　
And　in　case　you　haven’t　seen　the　poster　plastered　on　all　the　buses；　
taxis；　and　subways　all　over　town；　the　original　photo　of　S　can　still　be　
seen　at　the　Whitehot　Gallery　in　Chelsea；　amidst　portraits　of　other　
notorious　scenesters；　myself　included。　That’s　right！　The　Remi　
brothers　were　just　too　sexy　to　resist。　The　fabulous　are　fabulous　for　a　
reason；　people。

Your　E…mail　

Dear　Gossip　Girl；I　won’t　tell　you　who　I　am；　but　I’m　in　the　Remi　
brothers　show　too。　I　really　love　their　work；　and　I　love　the　picture　
they　took　of　me；　but　no　way　would　I　let　them　put　it　on　the　side　of　a　
bus。　If　you　ask　me；　S　is　asking　for　whatever　she　gets。　And　from　
what　I’m　hearing；　she’s　getting　it。—Anonomy　

Dear　Anonomy；　It’s　cool　to　be　modest；　but　personally；　if　you　
wanted　to　put　any　bit　of　me　on　the　side　of　a　bus；　I’d　be　willing。　I’m　a　
fame　whore。—GG　
SightingsLittle　J　buying　a　huge　book　on　filmmaking　at　Shakespeare　and　Co。　
on　Broadway。　N　hanging　out　with　C　at　a　bar　over　on　First　Avenue。　
Guess　N　wants　to　keep　his　eye　on　C　so　C　doesn’t　spill　the　beans；　
huh？　And　B　buying　lots　of　candles　in　a　shop　on　Lex　for　her　big　night　
with　N。　


That’s　all　for　now。　Have　fun　this　weekend—I　definitely　will。　
You　know　you　love　me；　

The　Star　Lounge　in　the　Tribeca　Star　Hotel　was　big　and　swanky；　filled　
with　fy　armchairs　and　ottomans　and　circular　banquettes；　so　
that　the　guests　could　feel　like　they　were　having　their　own　private　
party　at　each　table。　One　wall　was　lit　with　dozens　of　black　candles；　
flickering　in　the　dimly　lit　room；　and　a　DJ　was　playing　mellow　lounge　
beats　on　a　turntable。　It　was　only　eight　o’clock；　but　the　bar　was　
already　jammed　with　people；　dressed　in　the　hippest　fashions　and　
sipping　pastel…colored　cocktails。　
Blair　didn’t　care　what　time　it　was—she　needed　a　drink。　
She　was　sitting　in　an　armchair　right　near　the　bar；　but　the　stupid　
cocktail　waitress　was　ignoring　her；　probably　because　Blair　hadn’t　
bothered　to　dress　up。　She　had　worn　her　faded　Earl　jeans　and　a　
boring　black　sweater　because　she　was　only　meeting　Serena　for　a　
quick　drink　before　she　went　home　to　prepare　for　her　night　of　wild　
sex　with　Nate。　And　she　wasn’t　going　to　dress　up　for　that；　either。　
Blair　had　decided　to　meet　Nate　at　the　door　naked。　
Her　face　grew　hot　just　thinking　about　it；　and　she　looked　around　the　
room　self…consciously。　She　felt　like　a　loser　sitting　there　all　by　herself　
without　even　a　drink。　Where　was　Serena；　anyway？　She　didn’t　have　
all　goddamned　night。　
Blair　lit　a　cigarette。　If　Serena　doesn’t　e　by　the　time　I’m　donewith　this　cigarette；　I’m　leaving；　she　told　herself　sulkily。　
“Look　at　her；”　Blair　heard　a　woman　say　to　her　friend。　“Isn’t　she　
beautiful？”　
Blair　turned　to　look。　Of　course　it　was　Serena。　
She　was　wearing　blue　suede　knee…high　boots　and　a　real　Pucci　dress。　
Long　sleeved　with　a　high　neck　and　a　crystal　beaded　belt；　in　blues；　
oranges；　and　greens。　It　was　super　fantastic。　Her　hair　was　pulled　up　
in　a　high　ponytail　on　top　of　her　head　and　she　was　wearing　pale　blue　
eye　shadow　and　creamy　pink　lipstick。　She　smiled　and　waved　at　Blair　
from　across　the　room；　weaving　her　way　through　the　crowd。　Blair　
watched　the　heads　turn　as　she　passed；　and　her　stomach　churned。　
She　was　already　sick　of　Serena；　and　she　hadn’t　even　spoken　to　her　
yet。　
“Hi；”　Serena　said；　plunking　herself　down　on　a　square　ottoman　
beside　Blair’s　chair。　
Immediately；　the　cocktail　waitress　appeared。　
“Hey　Serena；　long　time　no　see。　How’s　your　brother？”　the　waitress　
said。　
“Hey　Missy。　Erik’s　good。　He’s　too　busy　to　call　me　ever。　I　think　he　
must　have　like；　eight　different　girlfriends　up　there；”　Serena　laughed。　


“How　are　you　doing？”　
“I’m　great；”　Missy　said。　“Hey　listen；　my　sister　works　for　a　caterer；　
you　know；　and　she　said　she　saw　you　a　few　days　ago　at　a　party　she　
was　working　at　a　gallery　in　Chelsea。　She　said　that’s　you　in　that　
picture　on　all　the　buses。　Is　that　true？”　
“Yeah；”　Serena　said。　“Pretty　crazy；　huh？”　
“You　are　so　rad！”　Missy　squealed。　She　glanced　at　Blair　who　was　
glaring　at　her。　“Anyway；　what　can　I　get　you　girls？”　
“Ketel　One　and　tonic；”　Blair　told　her；　looking　her　straight　in　the　eye；　
daring　her　to　card　them。　“Extra　limes。”　
But　Missy　would　rather　lose　her　job　than　hassle　Serena　van　der　
Woodsen　for　being　underage。　
That’s　the　whole　reason　for　going　to　hotel　bars　in　the　first　place：　no　
one　ever　cards。　
“And　for　you；　sweetie？”　Missy　asked　Serena。　
“Oh；　I　better　start　with　a　Cosmo；”　Serena　said；　and　laughed。　“I　need　
something　pink　to　go　with　my　dress。”　
Missy　hurried　away　to　fetch　the　drinks；　eager　to　tell　the　bartender　
that　the　girl　in　the　Remi　brothers’　photo　that　was　all　over　town　was　
sitting　in　their　bar　and　they　were　pals！　
“Sorry　I’m　late；”　Serena　told　Blair；　looking　around。　“I　thought　
everyone　else　would　be　here　with　you。”　
Blair　shrugged　her　shoulders　and　took　a　long　drag　on　her　dwindling　
cigarette。　“I　thought　we　could　hang　out　by　ourselves　for　a　while；”　
she　said。　“No　one　really　es　out　until　later；　anyway。”　
“Okay；”　Serena　said。　She　smoothed　out　her　dress　and　dug　around　in　
her　little　red　purse　for　her　own　pack　of　cigarettes。　Gauloises；　from　
France。　She　tapped　one　out　and　stuck　it　in　her　mouth。　“Want　one？”　
she　offered　Blair。　
Blair　shook　her　head　no。　
“They’re　kind　of　strong；　but　the　box　is　too　cool；　I　don’t　care。”　Serena　
laughed。　She　was　about　to　light　up　with　a　pack　of　bar　matches；　
when　the　bartender　swooped　in　with　a　lighter。　
“Thanks；”　she　said；　raising　her　eyes　to　look　at　him。　The　bartender　
winked　at　her　and　swiftly　stepped　back　behind　the　bar。　Missy　
brought　them　their　drinks。　
“To　old　times；”　Serena　said；　clinking　her　glass　against　Blair’s　and　
taking　a　long　sip　on　her　pink　Cosmopolitan。　She　sat　back　on　her　
stool　and　sighed　with　pleasure。　“Don’t　you　just　love　hotels？”　she　
said。　“They’re　so　full　of　secrets。”　
Blair　raised　her　eyebrows　at　Serena　in　silent　response；　sure　that　
Serena　was　about　to　tell　her　all　the　wild　and　crazy　things　that　had　
happened　to　her　in　hotels　while　she　was　in　Europe　or　wherever；　as　if　
Blair　cared。　



“I　mean；　don’t　you　always　think　about　what　everyone’s　doing　in　
their　rooms？　Like；　they　could　be　watching　pornos　and　eating　cheese　
doodles；　or　they　could　be　having　kinky　sex　in　the　bathroom。　Or　
maybe　they’re　just　asleep。”　
“Uh…huh；”　said　Blair　disinterestedly；　gulping　her　drink。　She　would　
have　to　get　a　little　drunk　if　she　were　going　to　make　it　through　the　
night；　especially　the　naked　part。　“So　what’s　this　about　your　picture　
being　all　over　buses　and　stuff？”　Blair　said。　“I　haven’t　seen　it。”　
Serena　giggled　and　leaned　toward　Blair　confidentially。　“Even　if　you　
saw　it；　you　probably　wouldn’t　recognize　me。　It　has　my　name　on　it；　
but　it’s　not　a　picture　of　my　face。”　
Blair　frowned。　“I　don’t　get　it；”　she　said。　
“It’s　art；”　Serena　said　mysteriously；　and　giggled　again。　She　took　a　
sip　of　her　drink。　
The　two　girls’　faces　were　only　inches　apart；　and　Blair　could　smell　
the　musky　essential…oil　mixture　Serena　had　started　wearing。　
“I　still　don’t　get　it。　Is　it　something　dirty？”　Blair　said；　confused。　
“Not　really；”　Serena　answered　with　a　sly　smile。　“Lots　of　people　have　
had　theirs　done　too。　You　know—celebrities。”　
“Like　who？”　Blair　said。　
“Like　Madonna；　and　Eminem；　and　Christina　Aguilera。”　
“Oh；”　Blair　said；　sounding　unimpressed。　
Serena’s　eyes　narrowed。　“What’s　that　supposed　to　mean？”　she　
demanded。　
Blair　lifted　her　chin　and　tucked　her　straight　brown　hair　behind　her　
ears。　“I　don’t　know；　it’s　like　you’re　willing　to　do　anything　just　to　
shock　people。　Don’t　you　have　any　pride？”　
Serena　shook　her　head；　still　staring　at　Blair。　“Like　what？　What　have　I　
done？”　she　said；　frantically　gnawing　on　her　fingernails。　
“Like　getting　kicked　out　of　boarding　school；”　Blair　said　vaguely。　
Serena　snorted。　“What’s　so　bad　about　that？　Tons　of　people　get　
kicked　out　every　year。　They　have　so　many　stupid　rules；　it’s　almost　
impossible　not　to　get　kicked　out。”　
Blair　pressed　her　lips　together；　measuring　her　words　carefully。　“I　
don’t　mean　that；　I　mean　why　you　got　kicked　out。”　There。　She　had　
done　it。　She　had　mitted　herself　now。　She　was　going　to　have　to　
sit　and　listen　to　Serena　tell　her　all　about　the　cults　she　had　joined；　
and　the　boys　she’d　had　sex　with；　and　the　drugs　she　had　done。　Shit。　
Don’t　believe　for　a　minute　that　she　wasn’t　curious；　though。　
Blair　fiddled　with　the　ruby　ring　on　her　finger；　turning　it　round　and　
round。　Serena　raised　her　glass　at　Missy；　asking　for　another　drink。　
“Blair；”　Serena　said。　“The　only　reason　I　got　kicked　out　was　because　I　
didn’t　show　up　at　the　beginning　of　school。　I　stayed　in　France。　My　
parents　didn’t　even　know。　I　was　supposed　to　fly　back　at　the　end　of　


August；　but　I　stayed　until　the　third　week　in　September。　I　was　living　
in　this　amazing　chateau　outside　of　Cannes；　and　it　was　like；　a　
constant　party。　I　don’t　think　I　slept　a　whole　night　the　entire　time　I　
was　there。　It　was　like　those　parties　in　that　house　in　The　Great　
Gatsby。　
“There　were　these　two　boys；　an　older　brother　and　a　younger　one；　
and　I　was　totally　in　love　with　both　of　them。　Actually；”　she　laughed；　
“I　was　even　more　in　love　with　their　father；　but　he　was　married。”　
The　Star　Lounge　DJ　switched　vibes　and　began　to　play　a　funky　acid　
jazz　song　with　a　cool　beat。　The　lights　dimmed　and　the　candles　
flickered。　Serena　jiggled　her　foot　to　the　music　and　glanced　at　Blair；　
whose　eyes　were　glazing　over。　
Serena　lit　another　cigarette　and　inhaled　deeply。　
“Anyway；　of　course　I　partied　a　lot　at　school；　but　so　did　everyone　
else。　What　the　school　couldn’t　deal　with　was　that　I　didn’t　even　
bother　to　show　up　at　the　beginning　of　the　year。　I　don’t　blame　them；　
I　guess。　But　to　tell　you　the　truth；　I　really　didn’t　care　about　going　
back　to　school。　I　was　having　way　too　much　fun。”　
Blair　rolled　her　eyes　again。　She　honestly　didn’t　care　what　the　truth　
was。　
“Did　you　ever　think　about　the　fact　that　these　are　like；　the　most　
important　years　of　our　lives？　Like；　for　getting　into　college　and　
everything？”　she　said。　
Missy　brought　Serena’s　drink；　and　this　time　Serena　only　nodded　her　
thanks。　She　looked　down　at　the　floor；　her　pinky　nail　between　her　
teeth。　“Yeah；　I’m　just　realizing　that　now；”　she　admitted。　“I　hadn’t　
thought　about　it　before—how　I　should　have　been　joining　teams　and　
clubs。　You　know；　getting　really　into　the　school　thing。”　
Blair　shook　her　head。　“I　feel　sorry　for　your　parents；”　she　said　quietly。　
Serena’s　eyes　were　getting　big；　and　her　lip　was　trembling。　But　she　
was　determined　not　to　let　Blair　make　her　cry。　Blair　was　just　being　a　
bitch；　that’s　all。　Maybe　she　was　getting　her　period。　
Serena　took　a　huge　gulp　of　her　drink　and　wiped　her　mouth　with　her　
cocktail　napkin。　“So；　you　never　told　me　what　you　and　Nate　did　all　
summer。　Did　you　ever　go　up　to　Maine　and　see　that　boat　he　built？”　
she　asked；　pletely　changing　the　subject。　
Blair　shook　her　head。　“I　had　tennis　camp。　It　sucked。”　
“Oh；”　Serena　said。　
They　drank　their　drinks　in　awkward　silence。　
Serena　sat　up　suddenly；　remembering　something。　“Hey；”　she　said。　
“You　know；　some　girl　actually　signed　up　to　help　me　with　my　movie？　
A　ninth　grader。　Her　name　is　Jenny。　And　she　gave　me　an　invitation　to　
that　party　next　week。　You　know；　the　one　you’ve　been　planning？”　
Touché；　girlfriend。　Touché。　



Blair　pulled　another　cigarette　out　of　the　pack　and　stuck　it　in　her　
mouth。　She　reached　for　a　match；　pausing　before　she　struck　it　to　see　
if　the　bartender　would　leap　across　the　room　with　a　lighter。　He　didn’t。　
Blair　lit　the　cigarette　herself　and　blew　a　big　cloud　of　smoke　directly　
into　Serena’s　face。　
So　Serena　knew　about　the　party。　She　had　an　invitation。　Well；　she　
was　bound　to　find　out　anyway。　
“The　calligrapher；”　Blair　said；　smiling　sweetly。　“She’s　good；　isn’t　
she？”　
“Yeah；　she　did　a　great　job；”　Serena　said。　“And　it　was　really　nice　of　
her　to　notice　that　mine　had　the　wrong　address　on　it。　She　said　the　
address　you　gave　her　was　my　dorm　room　at　Hanover。”　
Blair　tucked　her　hair　behind　her