glad she and Blair were friends。 As different as they were； they？d accepted their differences and
painted each other？s toenails。 And wasn？t that what true friendship was about？ Vanessa nearly
gagged at her own sentimentality； but it was all true； so fuck it。
Dan stared up at a large photograph of Serena at the Raves show； suddenly noticing himself up
on stage in the background； sweat dripping from his black T…shirt； his hair flying as he jumped into
the air； mike cord wrapped around one skinny arm。 He laughed at his own idiotic antics and
squeezed Vanessa？s fingers for reassurance。 Vanessa had been with him through every bizarre
moment over the last year？from back when he was just a nerdy guy scribbling in a shabby
notebook all the time； to a published poet in theNew Yorker ； to an almost rock star。
Almost。 Except for the whole puking…on…stage part。 And now； on the verge of a road trip out West
that would lead him God knew where； she was still here？and still holding his hand。
You love my lady lumps。 Check it out！
The screen flicked to an ad for Serena？s Tears。 Serena stood in Central Park in a skimpy yellow
dress； one lone tear glistening on her smooth； perfect cheek。 Next came a shot of Blair； starring in
her fourth…grade production ofAnnie ； an enormous grin on her face。 She？d refused to wear a wig
and had chosen brown pigtails instead； calling it artistic license。
Next Nate recognized a photo he？d taken of Blair sun…bathing on his roof； one eye closed in an
adorable wink。 Then there was a picture of Serena on the set ofBreakfast at
Fred？s； wearing an enormous wide…brimmed black Bailey Winter hat； a triple strand of creamy
white pearls around her throat； blowing the camera a kiss。 And finally came a photo of Blair？s and
Serena？s faces pressed together； beaming at the camera； the frame so tight that there was nothing
else in the picture but their two gorgeous faces。
Nate ran his fingers through his hair。 The only thing missing from the photo of Blair and
Serena？s smiling faces was his own face wedged between them。 He？d always been there； in
between them？ing between them。
Nate watched as Serena got up from her seat and hurried across the room to Blair？s table。 The
two girls stood in front of one another for a moment and then Serena opened her arms； pulling
Blair in for a hug and resting her shining blond head on Blair？s shoulder。 Blair turned her head to
the side； and Nate could see the tears streaking her face； even in the dim light of the darkened
room。
As he watched the two girls he loved holding each other and crying； a smile crept across his face。
It slowly grew and grew and the rest of his face brightened。 He pushed through the glass doors of
the Met just as the lights went up and slipped out into the warm August night； running down the
stone steps。 They were the same steps he？d sat on with Blair and Serena a million times； their
perfect legs extending from their short； itchy Constance uniforms； cigarettes and coffees in their
hands。 At the bottom of the steps he stopped and looked back at the imposing stone building with
its brightly colored banners。 He was going to think with his balls once and for all。
Uh…oh。 Is he going to steal more Viagra？
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hey people！
This late night post…party wrap…up is ing at you from the luxurious confines of my boudoir；
cats and kittens； where I？m lying in bed wrapped in one…thousand…thread…count Egyptian cotton
sheets。 I？m also scarfing the only surefire hangover buster？chocolate croissants from Balthazar。
But none of this is nearly as deliciously or delectably yummy asB？ s goodbye party。 All I have to
say is； if you weren？t there； too bad。 You missed out on the party of the year？if not the century。
But I won？t rub it in your faces？too much。After all； there？s always next year。 Or not。
Anyhoozle； I？ve just taken my La Mer ice mask out of the freezer and am ready to lie back in
bed and depuff my tired lids； so this will have to be a quickie。 And everyone knows that
sometimes； quickies are just what the doctor ordered。 Notthat kind of quickie！ Get your mind out
of the gutter。
sightings
Cand his new friendG are inseparable？and the party was no exception。 Those of you who stuck it
out until the bitter end will rememberC andG dancing around a fast…melting ice
sculpture？whileC ？s fuzzy white snow monkey stuffed his furry muzzle with gold…flecked
cupcakes。 。 。 。K andI in the Met？s bathroom stalls； their arms and legs streaked with white paint；
taking turns holding one another？s hair out of their faces。 That flight down to Rollins together is
going to be brutal。B having her picture taken arm in arm withS on the front steps of the Met？guess
those two kissed and made up？again。 。 。 。 Speaking of performances on the steps of the Met； how
about those crazy Czech weirdos； doing their encore performance of ？Ode to Love？ at about 4
a。m。？ Were they eveninvited？ 。 。 。N walking down Fifth Avenue talking in hushed； excited tones on
his cell。 Was he calling his dealer？
Dawn will be here soon enough； and you know I？ll be the first to report on what the new day
brings when I wake up。 ？Night； all。
You know you love me。
gossip girl
all aboard？or not
Tick…tock； tick…tock 。 。 。
Blair stood beneath the giant clock atop the information booth in the middle of Grand Central
Station； searching the crowd impatiently for Nate。 The main hall of Grand Central was mass
pandemonium。 Travelers rushed to their trains； suitcases dragging behind them； seemingly
oblivious to the train station？s elegant beauty。 Grand Central was so much nicer than any other
station in the world； with its marble floors； gold leaf molding； and beautiful sea green mural of the
constellations on the ceiling。 When Blair was little she？d loved searching for the scorpion； her
zodiac sign。
Not that she was really in any mood to appreciate the beauty of the old train station today。 As the
impatient muters streamed past her； Blair felt like the only person standing still in the whole
place。 She checked her watch again？not that she needed to； considering she was standing under
the biggest fucking clock in the world。 Their train was leaving in less than ten minutes； and Nate
wasn？t there。 She hadn？t seen him since she？d toasted the good news about Yale last night with
his dad。 He？d disappeared at the end of the party； presumably to go home and pack。 Of course； he
was bound to bring all the wrong things and forget his lacrosse stick。 He was so totally helpless
when it came to packing。 Blair grabbed her cell from her black…and…white Balenciaga bag and held
down the number three again； sighing as it rang and rang and then went to Nate？s voice mail。
Again。 What was the holdup？ She couldn？t wait to just get on that train and watch the landscape
change as they sped away from the city？and everything that she knew。
She straightened the hem of her fitted black Chanel dress； which she wore with black ballet flats
and gold hoop earrings； a chic white hat in her purse。 The outfit reminded her of Audrey Hepburn
inSabrina ； on her triumphant return home from a year in Paris。 Sabrina had left her home in the
suburbs of New York a brokenhearted and shy girl and had returned a stylish； sophisticated； and
mature woman。 Blair had always been stylish and mature； but at Yale she would bee even
more so。 She threw her cell back into her bag； tapping one of her ballet flats against the floor as
she waited； and waited； for her Humphrey Bogart。
Serena hurried through Grand Central； her yellow flipflops slapping the marble as she ran。 She？d
planned on getting to the train station at a quarter to ten to say one last goodbye to Blair； but of
course she？d overslept？the result of one too many flutes of Dom Perignon last night。 She？d
thrown on her white eyelet Anthropologie sundress and her largest pair of vintage white Chanel
sunglasses。 Getting stopped for autographs would only slow her down and make her even later
than she already was。
Tough life。
Finally she spied Blair standing in the middle of the main hall； tapping her foot impatiently and
checking her watch。 Seeing her all alone； looking so small amidst the bustling throngs of people；
Serena felt horrible for not getting there earlier。 Blair looked so worried； craning her head to look
over the crowd。
But where was Nate？ Serena had assumed he？d be there already to say goodbye to Blair。 She
smiled brightly as she approached。 ？Hey！ I？m so glad I caught you！？ ？Hey。？ Blair？s forehead
wrinkled in surprise when she saw her。 ？What are you doing here？？ ？I just wanted to say one last
goodbye；？ Serena threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly。
Blair？s tense shoulders relaxed in Serena？s arms。 ？Thanks。 That？s really sweet of you。？ She
frowned and glanced at her watch again。 ？I shouldn？t even stillbe here right now？Nate？s fucking
late as usual。？ Poor Blair。 It was just like Nate to keep her waiting one last time。 Serena pushed her
sunglasses farther up on her head。 ？You must be excited to finally be leaving though； right？？ Blair
craned her head and looked over Serena？s shoulder； searching the crowd nervously。 ？Yeah； but I
just want it to get on the train andgo already！？ Even though Blair was being impatient and crabby；
Serena smiled。 No matter how much things changed； Blair would always be the same。 ？So； did
you ever end up getting in touch with your roommate？？
？Yeah； she wrote me an e…mail。 She seems okay。？ Blair pulled a black Nars pact from her
bag and checked her makeup。 ？She？s from L。A。 Her dad？s a dentist。？ ？That？s convenient。？ Serena
smiled。 Maybe Blair would be okay at Yale on her own after all。 ？You can hang out with her on
breaks and stuff。？ ？I seriously doubt I？ll be going to L。A。 for break。？ Blair slid her pact back
inside her bag。 ？Nate and I will probably spend vacations together。？ Serena felt a little sick。 Blair
really thought she and Nate would still be together e Thanksgiving。
Blair pulled her cell out of her bag and looked at it； checking her call log before tossing it back in
her bag again。 ？Knowing Nate； he？s probably still packing。？ ？Huh？？ Serena demanded； totally
bewildered。 ？What for？？ ？For college？？ Blair looked through her bag distractedly； pulling out her
train ticket。 ？I mean； I know he wears about the same five shirts over and over again； but I
seriously hope he？s bringingsomething 。？ ？But 。 。 。 you told me he wasn？t going to Yale with you。？
What was Blairtalking about？ What was going on？ ？He told me he didn？t even get his
diploma。？ ？Oh 。 。 。 right。 No； my dad got him back in。 I didn？t tell you last night？ I guess I forgot
once I told him。？ Blair put her ticket back in her bag。 She couldn？t stop scanning the crowd of
muters for Nate？s face； or checking the time on the giant clock directly above them。 She was
starting to get insanely nervous。 Not to mention pi