gossip girl 7 英文-第9章

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bottled　his　own　wine　from　the　vineyards　surrounding　his　chateau；　shopped　at　cute　French　
boutiques　that　catered　exclusively　to　tanned　gay　men；　and　swam　laps　in　his　pool　while　his　tanned　
gay　lovers　attended　him　with　fresh　towels　and　glasses　of　cognac。　

It　was　a　luxe　life；　indeed。　

〃Guess　where　I　Am？〃　Blair　boasted　in　the　same　tone　she'd　used　to　talk　to　Serena。　In　fact；　talking　to　
her　dad　was　exactly　like　talking　to　one　of　her　girlfriends。　He　didn't　mind　that　it　was　almost　two　in　
the　morning　in　France　and　she　had　totally　woken　him　up。　

〃Paris？〃　her　dad　asked　hopefully。　〃I'll　send　a　car　for　you。　You'll　be　here　in　an　hour。〃　

〃No；　Dad；〃　Blair　whined；　although　she　honestly　wouldn't　have　minded　being　in　Paris　…　as　long　as　
she　could　bring　Nate　and　her　suite　at　the　Plaza　with　her。　〃I'm　at　the　Plaza。　I'm　living　here　now。　In　a　
suite。〃　

〃You　go　girl！〃　her　dad　exclaimed。　〃I　guess　the　penthouse　might　be　a　little　crowded　with　the　new　
baby　and　all。〃　

In　the　background　Blair　heard　the　sound　of　him　pouring　something　into　a　glass。　He　was　so　into　his　
latest　batch　of　white　wine；　he　probably　kept　a　bottle　chilling　next　to　the　bed　exactly　for　occasions　
like　this。　

In　'Dirty　Dancing'　Land；　Baby's　bitchy　sister　was　performing　in　a　stupid　talent　show；　wearing　a　
bikini　top　that　was　way　to　small　for　her。　Blair　muted　the　TV；　spread　another　blob　of　caviar　on　a　
toast　point；　lit　a　cigarette　and　sighed　dramatically。　〃It's　just　that　I'm　almost　graduating　and　I　need　
space…　you　know；　to　do　my　work　and　think　about　next　year　and。。。〃　

All　of　a　sudden　she　had　a　very　clear　image　of　herself　as　a　sort　of　reclusive　Greta　Garbo…　like　
movie　star　who　rarely　left　her　hotel　room；　municating　with　the　outside　world　only　through　the　
roles　she　decided　to　play。　The　staff　would　pick　through　her　trash　and　steal　her　clothes；　and　tourists　
would　stand　on　Central　Park　South　opposite　the　hotel；　just　waiting　to　catch　a　glimpse　of　her。　She'd　
be　the　talk　of　the　town。　

As　if　she　wasn't　already。　

〃Oh；　I'll　bet　your　working；〃　her　dad　scoffed　between　sips　of　whatever　it　was　that　he　was　drinking。　
〃I　bet　that　hunky　boyfriend　of　yours　is　massaging　your　feet　as　we　speak。〃　


If　only。　

Blair　giggled　and　scarfed　down　another　caviar　sandwich　between　drags　on　her　Merit　Ultra　Light。　
〃Actually　Nate's　on　his　way　over；〃　she　admitted。　She　contemplated　the　bottle　of　champagne　she'd　
ordered；　still　chilling　in　its　silver…plated　ice　bucket。　Nate　wouldn't　mind　if　she　opened　the　bottle　
and　had　one　tiny　glass　before　he　arrived；　would　he？　

Or　course　not。　

〃I　thought　as　much；〃　her　dad　replied　knowingly。　〃But　you　deserve　it　sweetie。　You　deserve　to　have　
it　all。〃　

As　if　she　didn't　already　know　that。　

Blair　grabbed　the　bottle　of　champagne　and　held　it　between　her　bare　knees；　expertly　untwisting　the　
wire　keeper　from　around　the　cork　and　then　inching　the　cork　out　of　the　bottle's　neck；　
slowly。。。slowly。。。　until。。。　

Pop！　

〃Oh。　My。　God。　You　are　totally　having　a　party！〃　her　father　exclaimed。　〃On　a　school　night？〃　he　
added；　pretending　to　be　horrified；　as　if　he　were　a　strict　parent　who　actually　cared　about　things　like　
that。　〃Let　me　talk　to　that　hunky　boyfriend　of　yours　right　now。〃　

Blair　filled　the　champagne　flute；　guzzled　the　entire　contents；　and　then　refilled　it。　On　screen　Patrick　
Swayze　was　face…to…face　with　Baby's　dad。　〃Nobody　puts　baby　in　a　corner；〃　Blair　mouthed　the　
words；　even　though　the　TV　had　been　muted。　It　was　the　cheesiest　movie；　but　she　still　fantasized　
about　Nate　defending　her　in　such　a　determined；　angry　way。　Nate　was　seriously　hot　when　he　was　
angry；　which　was　just　about。。。　never。　

It's　hard　to　get　riled　up　when　your　stoned　all　the　time。　

〃I　told　you；　Dad；〃　Blair　corrected；　〃Nate's　not　here　yet。〃　She　gritted　her　teeth　and　took　another　
gulp　of　the　champagne。　Although　who　knew　what　was　taking　him　so　goddamned　long。　〃Anyway〃…　
she　pouted　her　lips　for　the　mirror　or　the　camera　or　whatever　happened　to　be　spying　on　her　through　
a　telescope　from　the　treetops　in　Central　Park…　〃if　I　deserve　to　have　it　all；　then　how　e　stupid　
Yale　hasn't　let　me　in　yet？〃　

〃Oh；　Bear；〃　her　dad　sighed　in　his　manly…but…motherly　voice　that　made　both　men　and　women　fall　in　
love　with　him　instantly。　〃They　will；　dammit。　They　will　let　you　in。〃　

Blair　reached　for　another　toast　point　and　discovered　she'd　eaten　them　all。　Over　the　phone　she　
heard　someone　mumble　something　in　sleepy　French。　


〃look；　sugar　bear；　it's　late。　I　have　to　go。〃　Her　dad　spoke　over　the　mumbling。　〃You're　okay　though；　
right？　You　just　enjoy　yourself。〃　

Blair　looked　askance　at　the　half…empty　bottle　of　champagne　and　the　crumbs　of　caviar　scattered　on　
the　white　china　plate。　'Dirty　Dancing'　had　ended。　〃Good　night；　Dad；〃　she　replied；　feeling　a　little　
sad。　She　hung　up　and　dialed　Nate's　cell　phone　again。　No　answer。　She　dialed　his　house　line。　No　
answer；　just　his　admiral　dad　in　the　answering　machine；　reading　from　the　actual　instructions　the　
machine　came　with　that　no　normal　person　ever　used：　〃You　have　reached　the　Archibald　residence。　
Please　leave　a　brief　message　and　we　will　return　your　call　as　soon　as　possible。〃　

A　streetcar　Named　Desire；　starring　Marlon　Brando　and　Vivien　Leigh；　was　about　to　start。　Another　
old　favorite。　Blair　put　the　white　terrycloth　bathrobe　back　on　a　fluffed　up　the　pillows　on　the　giant　
bed。　Then　she　dialed　room　service　again。　〃A　hot　fudge　sundae；　please。　And　a　pack　of　Merit　Ultra　
Lights。〃　

She　sank　back　on　the　pillows　and　closed　her　eyes。　When　she　left　his　house；　Nate　had　been　partying　
with　a　bunch　of　stoners；　including　an　annoying　French　hippie　chick　named　Lexique。　That　stupid；　
lazy　asshole　who　so　didn't　deserve　to　go　to　Yale　probably　hadn't　even　noticed　that　Blair　had　left。　
Tears　seeped　out　from　under　her　closed　lids。　Nate　hadn't　changed。　Nothing　had　changed…　except　
the　status　of　her　virginity。　She　bit　her　lip　and　fought　back　an　angry　sob。　Well；　so　what？　Nate　didn't　
deserve　sex。　Besides；　eating　a　hot　fudge　sundae　in　a　Plaza　hotel　bed　while　plotting　her　revenge　on　
her　asshole…of…a…loser…soon…to…be…ex…boyfriend　was　even　better　than　sex。　

Way　better。　

K　AND　I　TAKE　THEIR　JOBS　SUPER…SERIOUSLY　

Dear　Seniors；　


We　are　so　excited　for　next　Friday；　which　as　you　know　is　Senior　Cut　Day；　now　known　as　the　first　
day　of　SENIOR　SPA　WEEKEND！！！！　Yes；　it's　a　school　day。　Unfortunately　we'll　be　too　busy　getting　
ready　for　our　hot…stone　facials　and　seaweed　body　wraps　to　remember　to　show　up！　Please　don't　be　
worried　about　getting　into　trouble…　not　that　you　really　are。　Senior　Cut　Day　is　an　ancient　Constance　
Billard　School　tradition；　and　no　one's　ever　been　expelled　or　even　punished　for　it。　

So　here's　what's　happening。　

Thursday　night　at　6：30　P。M　we'll　board　the　Archibald　family's　big　sailboat；　which　is　docked　at　
Battery　Park　City。　The　Archibalds　are　having　their　annual　benefit　cruise　to　the　Hamptons；　and　they　
have　generously　offered　us　a　ride。　As　soon　as　we　dock　in　Sag　Harbor；　we'll　be　picked　up　by　a　fleet　
of　limos；　which　will　whisk　us　off　to　Isabel　Coates's　totally　amazing　beach　house；　where　the　
biggest；　bestest　girls…only　slumber　party　will　take　place。　NO　BOYS　ALLOWED。　In　the　morning　
we'll　have　breakfast　by　the　pool；　catered　by。。。　TBA　（we're　working　on　getting　the　chef　who　helped　
Julia　Roberts　lose　all　that　weight　after　having　her　twins）。　After　that；　a　day　of　treatment　brought　to　
us　by　Origins。　And　everyone　will　get　an　Origins　gift　bag　valued　at　three　hundred　dollars　to　take　
home　wither　totally　refreshed　and　revitalized　new　self！　

Dress：　Resort　casual。　Towels；　hairdryers；　bath；　and　beauty　products　galore　will　be　supplied。　No　
dogs；　please　even　if　they　are　really　small。　And　NO　BOYS！　

Let's　heard　it　for　an　amazing　weekend　of　bonding　with　the　girls！　

Big　Smoochies！！　

Love；　

Your　classmates　Kati　Farkas　and　Isabel　Coates　

P。S　We　put　a　suggestion　box　in　the　senior　lounge；　so　your　ideas　are　wele；　not　that　we　haven't　
already　planned　the　most　perfect　day！　
P。P。S　Two；　four；　six；　eight；　only　one　month　till　we　graduate！！！　
Gossipgirl

　HEY　PEOPLE！　


SOME　RECENT　OBSERVATIONS　

THE　CASTAWAYS　
I　honestly　don't　know　what's　gotten　into　a　certain　group　of　people　lately。　I　mean　is　it　okay　to　just；　
like；　disappear？？　Apparently　a　bunch　of　boys　we　all　know　and　love　（at　least　most　of　the　time）　have　
hijacked　a　very　large；　well…appointed　sailboat　and　are　headed　into　the　Atlantic。　It　could　be　just　
another　senior　prank；　except　that　half　the　boys　on　the　boat　are　juniors。　It's　kind　of　random　time　to　
take　off；　especially　when　all　of　us　girls　could　use　a　little　entertainment。　Just　who　do　they　think　
they　are…　Christopher　Colombus？　

YOU　HEARD　IT　HERE　FIRST　

They　have　their　choice　of　guys；　but　for　whatever　reason；　models　can't　get　enough　of　guys　with　
guitars。　Rumor　has　it　the　latest　couple　of　the　moment　is　a　certain　blond…haired　Fifth　
Avenue…dwelling　senior　girl　and　the　lead　guitarist　from　the　Raves。　How；　when；　and　where　they　
met　is　a　plete　mystery；　but　talk　about　a　perfect　couple！　

TO　GAP　OR　NOT　TO　GAP？　

Don't　even　try　to　pretend　it　was　someone　else：　I　saw　you　sneaking　into　the　Gap　on　Eighty…sixth　
and　Madison　and　actually　trying　on　a　plum…colored　Juicy　Couture　terrycloth