a damp and smelly slum by parison。
？So； how e Serena never mentioned you before？？ Jason asked。
？Maybe she wanted you all to herself；？ Blair replied mischievously and probably accurately。 ？To
a crazy summer。？ Blair clinked her plastic cup of wine with Jason？s。 ？So far；？ she added giddily。
？To a crazy summer；？ he echoed； taking a sip。 ？Anyway； I don？t think Serena？s interested in me。
We hung out the other night and she seemed sort of spoken for； if you know what I mean。？
？You mean Thaddeus Smith？？ Blair and Serena hadn？t had much time to catch up but she knew；
justknew ； that there had to be something going on between Serena and Thaddeus。
Since she and everyone else believe everything they read。
？The one and only；？ Jason affirmed。 ？But you know； Blair；？ Jason continued； fixing his blue eyes
on hers。 ？I？m not really into hanging out with movie stars。 I like regular girls。？
Was he calling her？Blair Waldorf？regular？ How wrong he was。
？Wait； you？re not in the movies； are you？？ He eyed her suspiciously。 ？Because you look like you
could be。？
？I？m more of a behind…the…scenes kind of girl；？ she murmured； batting her
Chanel…mascara…blackened eyelashes mysteriously。
？I don？t have anything against it；？ Jason backtracked。 ？Don？t get me wrong。 It？s just that I？m
interested in different things。 Like the law。 That？s my main focus； you know？？
？I was thinking of studying law when I start at Yale in the fall。？ She could always be a lawyerand
a fashion muse at the same time。 She could wear couture under her Supreme Court gown。
？Beautiful and smart；？ Jason said。 ？You？re almost too good to be true。？
Blair sipped her wine hungrily。 Serena could have the movie star。 Jason was exactly the kind of
guy a Yale womanshould be involved with。
At least； the kind of woman a Yale woman should be involved with this week。
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hey people！
I？m not ashamed to admit that ？Summer Lovin？？ （from our secretfavorite
I？m…staying…in…Friday…night movie；Grease ） is one of thebest songs I？ve ever heard。 Not only is it
catchy； it？s true：summer is all about love and gettin？ some lovin？； right？ Butthere seems to be a
shortage this summer。
It？s been almost three weeks and our friend S is still a solo performer！ What gives？ Sure； she？s
been spotted around townwith T； but there？s no law that friends can？t have dinner together；now is
there？ Besides； we think T might have his eye on someone else。 You heard it here first。
Meanwhile； B is throwing herself into her work？word is she？salready the second？most feared
person on that movie set。 Wehaven？t gotten close enough to verify the rumors that she？ssporting
an engagement ring on her right hand？to throw offthe paparazzi； just like the stars。 Word also has
it that B？slooking a little rosy in the cheeks： mother…to…be flush； secretlove； or great new facialist？
Break out your camera phones；people： we need evidence！
More summer…lovin？ updates： it seems D and V are definitely on the outs； and again； you heard it
here first。 He？s looking surprisingly tan and toned。 Swearsies！ And what about N andhis summer
lover？ How long till he shows his true city…boy colors？ He might say he？s not like the rest of the
city crowd；but N can only forsake creature forts like nightclub bottleservice； black…tie
fundraisers on Lilypond Lane； and private helicopter rides back to the city for so long。。。。
trouble brewing
My spies at Michael？s have tipped me off about a very tense meeting between a certain highly
respected photographer…turned…filmmaker and the Hollywood heavyweights （literally a pair of
rotund brothers） who are bankrolling his latest venture。 It seems that the deep…pocketed producers
are less than thrilled with the dailies and want to rethink the casting。 Could this mean that V won？t
be the only one to get canned？ Stay tuned。
sightings
B； Frappuccino and clipboard in hand； desperately trying to hail a cab on Park Avenue。 Whatever
happened to that graduation present？ Is it true that she doesn？t actually have her license？ Oops！ N
at the Amagansett farmer？s market； deliberating over the wildflowers。 We knew he was a closet
romantic！ T showing an unidentified special guest around the set？we hear the private tour included
a lengthy visit to the star？s trailer。 V at Forbidden Planet； stocking up on ic books？but
definitely not visiting D at the Strand； which is； after all； just right across the street。 Interesting 。 。 。
and they call it puppy love 。 。 。
Speaking of love； I？ve finally met someone。 Actually； two some…ones： they？re both irresistibly
adorable and neither can stop showering me with kisses。 I know it？s wrong to e between
brothers； but I could never choose between my dear Luke and Owen。
You might have seen that big story about them in last week？s Sunday Styles： they？re puggles； the
only hybrid for me： half beagle； half pug； but 100 percent love。 And mine just happen to have
e from the shelter。 I？m a sucker for strays with impeccable breeding。 It？s the new couture for
a cause； so don？t waste your time with some haughty Chihuahua or a slobbery French bulldog。
your e…mail
Q：
Dear GG；
I？m a paralegal at a law firm in Midtown and I？ve been dying over one of my coworkers for
weeks。 He used to e out with us for happy hour； but suddenly he？s turned totally
homebody？he practically runs back to his apartment after work。 Do you think it？s something
embarrassing； like a porn addiction？
？Crushed
A：
Dear Crushed；
Sounds like he？s definitely addicted to something？or someone？at home。 But there？s only one
good reason a happy…hour hottie turns stay…at…home stud： a girl。 Here？s my advice： offer to tie him
up with his new mallard…print tie and see what he says。 Yes = porn addiction。 No； thanks =
girlfriend。 Good luck！
？GG
What else is happening out there； people？ Send me the scoop： hot gossip； the latest sample sales；
the location of that new secret As Four boutique； the dirt on the set。 And can someone please tell
me the date and location of the totally top…secretBreakfast at Fred？s wrap party？ I？ll need to
reserve a preparty coiffing with Mr。 Fekkai himself； of course。 So spill！
You know you love me。
gossip girl
n hits the town
？Fuck you all very much！？ The British…born lead singer of the jokingly named Sunshine
Experience wiped a hand across his brow and flung his sweat into the crowd。 Bare…chested and
clad only in tight black leather pants； the scrawny singer； who was better known for squiring
models and actresses than actually singing； spat angrily onto the stage and stormed off；
disappearing into the thick crowd of revelers。
？God； I love them！？ Tawny cried； squeezing Nate？s upper thigh and inadvertently spilling half of
her Smirnoff sea breeze on the Ultrasuede banquette and her faux…Pucci print XOXO capri pants。
What a pity。
Nate nodded and took a swig of his third pint of Newcastle brown ale of the night。 He glanced
around the packed main room of Resort； the East Hampton nightclub： the dance floor was teeming
with blond girls in Diane von Furstenberg dresses and perfectly groomed stockbroker types in
khakis and Thomas Pink shirts？not exactly the type of crowd you？d nor…mally see at a Sunshine
Experience show。
The Hamptons had been abuzz with word of this ？surprise？ show by the English punk band for a
week now； and when Tawny suggested they go； Nate？s enthusiasm surprised even him。 He hadn？t
made it out to Resort yet that summer？ in fact； he hadn？t really done much of anything besides
clean out gutters； cut grass； fix shingles； and smoke weed with Tawny。 It felt good to get out； to be
where the action was； with a cold beer and a hot blonde and nothing to worry about。
？Archibald！？
Tawny nudged Nate gently with her elbow。 ？Is that a friend of yours？？
Anthony Avuldsen wove through the crowd； lifting his whiskey and soda high into the air to
avoid a spill。 He？d shaved his blond hair close to his head and had a deep summertime tan that
made his smile seem even brighter than usual。 The bouncer？a burly guy with no discernible neck？
gave him a quick nod； allowing him to step up onto the platform that doubled as the club？s VIP
room。
？Archibald； you son of a bitch；？ Anthony said； knocking his glass against Nate？s bottle in
greeting。 ？Where the hell have you been keeping yourself？？
？Hey；？ Nate greeted him。
？Coach working you？？ Anthony plopped next to Nate on the banquette； nodding his head in time
to the thumping bass line。
？Something like that；？ Nate admitted。
？Dude；？ Anthony continued； shouting to be heard over the deafening din of the music。 ？I hear
Blair？s back in town。 What？s the story？？
Nate frowned； then draped an arm around Tawny； pulling her even closer。 ？I don？t know。？ He
shrugged。
？I？m Tawny；？ the girl said； leaning across Nate？s lap and smiling in Anthony？s direction。
？What？s up？？ Anthony nodded in greeting。 ？Anthony。？
？You two know each other from school？？ she wanted to know。
？Yeah；？ Anthony responded。 ？How do you two know each other？？
Nate signaled to the waitress。 He needed another drink； immediately。
？Nate just fell at my feet one day；？ Tawny replied； draining the last of her cocktail。 ？I guess I？m
just lucky。？
Anthony studied her； then yelled at Nate； ？You？re the lucky one； bastard。？
The waitress approached； looking exactly like Jessica Simpson playing Daisy inThe Dukes of
Hazzard 。 ？Another round？？ she asked。
？Please；？ Nate told her。 If Anthony was going to ask him any more questions； he？d need to get a
stronger buzz on。
？I haven？t seen you around the city；？ Anthony continued。 ？Where do you go to school？？
？Oh； I？m not from the city；？ Tawny explained。 ？I live in Hampton Bays。？
？Cool；？ Anthony exclaimed。 ？I don？t think I？ve ever met a townie before。？
Nate jabbed Anthony roughly with his elbow。
？What？？ Anthony demande