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<br/> Next to Mr. Rosenfeld, a tall, dark-haired boy wearing wire-rimmed Armani glasses stood 
<br/> peering down his formidable nose at Vanessa, as if trying to place her. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Jordy, you remember Gabriela and Arlo and Ruby and Vanessa?? his mother asked. 
<br/> 
<br/> The boy&#39;s haughty stance didn&#39;t change. ?I think the last time I saw you, you were only a baby, 
<br/> but I&#39;m pretty sure you had more hair.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa had just noticed Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf basking in their glory at the 
<br/> next table, making her even more aware of the fact that she was wearing her school uniform. ?Last 
<br/> time I saw you, you were wearing tie-dyed diapers.? 
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<br/> Jordy pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his tremendous nose. ?Well, now I&#39;m prelaw, at 
<br/> Columbia.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Ruby sat down at the table and poured herself a huge glass of champagne. ?Mom? Dad? Are you 
<br/> guys okay?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Their parents were standing stiffly together, propping each other up like one of their found-art 
<br/> statues. Vanessa wondered if they&#39;d expected to be dancing barefoot around a fire to welcome the 
<br/> coming of spring instead of sitting down at a black-tie affair. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Please.? Mr. Rosenfeld pulled out the empty chair next to him and gestured for Vanessa&#39;s 
<br/> mother to sit down. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I just love your skirt,? Mrs. Rosenfeld noted, pointing to Arlo&#39;s accidental fashion statement. ?Is 
<br/> that Galliano by any chance?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Arlo stared at her blankly. A white-jacketed waiter arrived to serve the first course, a duck pate 
<br/> terrine. Arlo began to poke at it with his dessert spoon, checking it for signs of life. Vanessa&#39;s 
<br/> mother picked up her cloth napkin and blew her nose into it. Ruby snorted and giggled into her 
<br/> champagne. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Are you still making art for peace, or have you given all that up?? Gabriela asked Pilar. 
<br/> 
<br/> Pilar smiled. ?Roy and I are in real estate law. Jordy wants to get into law, too, when he&#39;s done 
<br/> with school. Forget about it?we don&#39;t even have time to recycle anymore!? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa&#39;s parents both blanched. Recycling was what found art was all about. Without recycling, 
<br/> they and their art would cease to exist. ?Well, that&#39;s a pity,? Gabriela said, frowning down at her 
<br/> pat?. ?You don&#39;t suppose I could ask them to make us a salad, do you?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa dug into her pate, delighted with this entertaining turn of events. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?What kind of law do you want to practice?? she asked Jordy. 
<br/> 
<br/> He waved cigarette smoke away from his weirdly long nostrils. Behind him, Blair Waldorf and 
<br/> Serena van der Woodsen were smoking like chimneys while Blair&#39;s pregnant mother polished off 
<br/> the food on their plates. ?Probably real estate, just like my parents.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa nodded. It was sort of hard to relate someone&#39;s desire to emulate his parents when her 
<br/> own parents were such freaks. But Jordy&#39;s lack of imagination was also strangely appealing. And 
<br/> he wasn&#39;t bad-looking either, with nice wavy black hair that looked like he probably spent a lot of 
<br/> time grooming it, and that nose. Vanessa wouldn&#39;t have minded getting Jordy&#39;s nose on film. ?I 
<br/> like your glasses,? she told him. 
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<br/> Just because she had a shaved head didn&#39;t mean she didn&#39;t know how to flirt. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Thanks.? He pulled them off and then put them back on again. ?You&#39;re a senior, right? Know 
<br/> where you&#39;re going to college next year?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa glared at Ruby, daring her to blurt out the information about Vanessa&#39;s early acceptance 
<br/> at NYU. But Ruby remained loyally silent, which was a major challenge for a motormouth like 
<br/> her. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?What does it matter?? Arlo demanded grumpily. ?Any school that can help her discover 
<br/> something she&#39;s passionate about would be fine.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Gabriela tugged on her long gray braid, her brown eyes passing over Vanessa 
<br/> absentmindedly. ?That&#39;s right, youare going to college next year.? She turned to Pilar. ?Arlo 
<br/> always hoped Vanessa would go to Oberlin. I don&#39;t know where he got that idea. After all, it&#39;s 
<br/> anarts school.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;m sure some school will be dumb enough to take me,? Vanessa said quietly. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?That&#39;s the spirit, dear!? Pilar chirped. ?And all this time, you two girls have been living on your 
<br/> own in Williamsburg,? she added, changing the subject. ?My, you&#39;re independent!? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Ruby&#39;s got to keep up with her music,? Gabriela gushed. ?Her band might get signed to a label 
<br/> soon.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa smiled tightly. ?While I just sit around the house all day, eating meat-flavored Pringles 
<br/> and watching violent TV.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Next to her Jordy grunted, the only one at the table who&#39;d gotten the joke. 
<br/> 
<br/> The band began to play, a little louder this time. Duke Ellington, or something of that ilk. chuck 
<br/> Bass shimmied over to Serena and Blair&#39;s table, his hands on his hips for added gayness. ?This 
<br/> party would be so much less boring if you girls would dance with me.? He leaned over the backs 
<br/> of their chairs and breathed down their bare necks. 
<br/> 
<br/> Serena and Blair glanced at each other sideways. Their only surefire escape was to sprint to the 
<br/> ladies&#39; room for more cigarettes. Grabbing their drinks, they scooted their chairs back and leapt to 
<br/> their feet. 
<br/> 
<br/> Rrrriippp! 
<br/> 
<br/> Whoosh! 
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<br/> Oops! 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair&#39;s borrowed too-tight pink dress ripped obscenely down both sides, revealing the fact that 
<br/> she was wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings underneath and absolutely no underwear. 
<br/> Worse still, Serena&#39;s strapless dress got caught on the back of her chair and was yanked down to 
<br/> 
<br/> her waist, revealing her completely bare 34Bs. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?It&#39;s all right, we&#39;re all girls here,? Chuck tittered. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Close your eyes, dear,? Titi Coates snapped at her husband, Arthur. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Oh, my!? Mrs. van der Woodsen exclaimed, reflexively reaching for her drink. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Whoa,? Nate breathed, suddenly glad he wasn&#39;t high. 
<br/> 
<br/> The girls giggled hysterically, frantically clutching themselves and each other as they tore past 
<br/> 
<br/> Chuck, dashed to the coatroom to fetch their coats, and beat it out of the Frick as fast as their 
<br/> three-and-a-half-inch heels would allow. 
<br/> 
<br/> No one at Vanessa&#39;s table had even noticed. The elder Rosenfelds and Abramses were too busy 
<br/> being offended by each other as the band struck up the Irving Berlin song ?Puttin&#39; on the Ritz.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa hated to dance, but she grabbed the sleeve of Jordy&#39;s expensive suit jacket, anyway. ?I 
<br/> love this song. Come and dance with me?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Jordy stood up and pulled back her chair for her, all manners and conformity. Then he led her 
<br/> onto the dance floor and twirled her around with the confident ease of someone who&#39;d been to 
<br/> dancing school. 
<br/> 
<br/> Vanessa surprised herself by feeling a little giddy as she was spun and dipped. He was such a 
<br/> good dancer, she completely forgot about her stupid school uniform. 
<br/> 
<br/> Even though most of the other girls in the room would never forget.
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<br/> hey people! 
<br/> 
<br/> That so-called boring, pointless party we all had to go to 
<br/> 
<br/> Wasn&#39;t it so much better than you expected? Just think, there are only a few more hours left until 
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<br/> spring break?and now we all have something to talk about on the airplane! 
<br/> 
<br/> Not that I won&#39;t be talking about the thing I never get tired of talking about ?
<br/> 
<br/> Sex 
<br/> 
<br/> Sure, some of us have had it and some of us haven&#39;t, but the truth is, we&#39;re all thinking about it 
<br/> and we&#39;re definitely all talking about it. There&#39;s the 
<br/> who-do-you-think-has-already-done-it-in-our-grade-and-with-whom breakdown, which always 
<br/> involves one girl getting accused of doing it with a teacher in sixth grade. A total lie by the way, 
<br/> because I happen to have been that girl. Then there&#39;s the 
<br/> who-would-you-do-it-with-if-you-could-do-it-with-anyone quiz, which usually involves a 
<br/> celebrity like Jake Gyllenhaal. Then there&#39;s the penis debate, which usually morphs into a 
<br/> shrieking, giggling