gossip girl 7 英文-第7部分

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before。　

〃Anyone　who　pukes　on　boats　should　probably　stay　behind！〃　Jeremy　warned。　

〃No　fucking　way；〃　whispered　a　St。　Jude's　junior　whose　name　happened　to　be　Nte　lyons；　and　who　
mimicked　his　namesake　down　on　the　color　of　his　navy　blue　Brooks　Brothers　socks。　There　was　a　
mass　rush　to　the　exit。　Nate　Archibald；　the　coolest　senior　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　was　taking　
them　out　on　his　boat。　It　was　their　big　fucking　day！　

Nate　followed　the　rest　of　the　boys　downstairs　with　good…natured　amusement；　pletely　
forgetting　what　he's　been　about　to　do　before　the　topic　of　a　sail　to　Bermuda　even　came　up。　behind　
him；　his　cell　phone　lay　forgotten　on　the　roof　terrace；　its　little　screen　flashing　the　name　BLAIR　as　it　
rang　every　two　minutes　for　the　next　half　hour。　

'Winter；　sprinf；　summer；　or　fa…waall　
All　you　have　to　do　is　ca…waall　
And　I'll　be　there！'　


Yeah。　Right。　

ANOTHER　WASTED　PAIR　OF　LA　PERLA　UNDERWEAR　

〃Nate's　on　his　way　over；〃　Blair　announced　to　Serena　smugly　over　the　phone。　She'd　called　Serena　
just　to　brag　about　being　at　the　Plaza；　feeling　guilty　as　she　dialed　but　getting　over　the　guilt　by　the　
time　the　phone　began　to　ring。　She　leaned　toward　the　massive　gilt…framed　bathroom　mirror　and　
applied　another　coat　of　Chanel　Vamp　lipstick。　It　was　dark　red　and　she　usually　only　wore　it　in　
winter；　but　when　you　were　locked　in　a　sumptuous　hotel　suite　with　your　boyfriend　having　constant　
sex；　who　cared　what　season　it　was？　

〃Don't　be　mad；〃　Blair　pleaded　with　her　best　friend。　〃We　can　hang　out　in　my　suit　tomorrow　
afternoon　or　something；　okay？〃　she　flashed　her　reflection　a　sexy；　knowing　grin。　〃After　Nate　and　I　
wake　up。〃　

〃you　two　are　ridiculous；〃　Serena　scoffed　without　the　slightest　note　of　jealously。　Blair　had　
confessed　to　finally　loosing　her　virginity　to　Nate　the　morning　after　it　happened；　but　she'd　resisted　
too　much　detail　and　Serena　resisted　asking　too　many　questions。　After　all；　Serena　and　Nate　had　lost　
their　virginities　together；　so　sex　withy　Nate　was　kind　of　an　awkward　subject。　

〃I　have　to　go　to　this　new　Yale　student'　party；〃　Serena　responded。　〃Not　that　I'm　going　to　Yale；〃　she　
hurriedly　corrected　herself。　Her　acceptance　to　Yale　was　an　even　worse　subject。　〃My　parents　signed　
us　up　though；　so　I　have　to　go。〃　

〃Oh。〃　Blair　pouted　her　lips　and　turned　around　to　examine　her　butt　in　her　new　black　silk　La　Perla　
underwear　set。　Of　course　she　wasn't　exactly　into　Yale　yet；　but　she　was　on　the　fucking　waiting　list…　
they　still　could　have　invited　her。　

〃I　was　hoping　you'd　e　with　me；〃　Serena　added。　〃Since　you're　more　likely　to　go　to　Yale　than　I　
am。〃　

Blair　readjusted　her　bra　straps。　Nate　was　into　Yale　too；　but　he　hadn't　mentioned　any　Yale　party。　
And　if　he　wasn't　going；　she　certainly　couldn't　go。　They　might　be。。。　other…wise　engaged。　


Uh…huh。　

〃It's　not　until　seven；〃　Serena　prompted。　〃You　guys　should　be　ready　to　venture　outside　by　then。〃　

〃Can　I　call　you　about　it　tomorrow？〃　Blair　asked　dubiously。　

〃Whatever。〃　Serena　didn't　mind　going　to　parties　by　herself；　since　she　was　never　by　herself　for　very　
long。　Boys　buzzed　and　hovered　around　her　like　flies　at　a　picnic。　〃Have　fun　tonight。　'Bye；　sweetie。〃　

Blair　hung　up　just　as　the　bellboy　arrived　with　the　bottle　of　Dom　Pérignon　and　the　plate　of　caviar　
and　toast　points　she'd　ordered　from　room　service。　She　slipped　into　one　of　the　Plaza's　thick　white　
terrycloth　robes　and　answered　the　door。　

〃Over　by　the　bed；〃　she　manded；　loving　how　Joan　Crawfordishly　jaded　she　sounded。　She　
tipped　the　guy　and　waited　until　he　closed　the　door。　Then　she　slipped　out　of　her　robe；　flopped　down　
on　her　side　on　the　massive　California　king　bed；　and　reached　for　the　remote。　Within　seconds　she'd　
found　AMC　…　American　Movie　Classics；　the　channel　that　regularly　played　all　her　favorites　like　
'Breakfast　at　Tiffany's'；　staring　Audrey　Hepburn；　and　〃My　Fair　Lady'　also　staring　Audrey　Hepburn。　

To　her　disappointment；　'Dirt　Dancing'　was　playing。　Since　when　was　anything　made　after　1980　a　
true　classic？　Blair　wondered。　All　of　a　sudden　she　felt　odd。　But　then；　that　seemed　sort　of　
appropriate；　considering　she　was　about　to　have　a　hot…and…heavy　liaison　with　her　lover　in　a　
sumptuous　hotel　suite。　Where　was　Nate　anyway？　A　cab　away　from　his　house　to　the　Plaza　would　
only　take　seven　minutes。　If　she　were　Nate；　she'd　have　made　it　in　five。　She　dialed　his　cell　without　
even　looking　at　the　buttons　on　her　phone；　but　there　was　no　answer。　Maybe　he　was　showering　and　
putting　on　his　very　sexy　black　Calvin　Klein　boxers　in　preparation　for　their　rendezvous；　she　mused。　

Or　maybe　not。　

Blair　stood　up；　removed　her　robe；　and　dimmed　the　lights。　Then　she　spread　a　little　caviar　on　one　of　
the　toast　points　and　stood　watching　herself　in　the　over…sized　gilt…framed　dressing　mirror　as　she　ate　
it。　On　the　TV　screen　behind　her；　〃Baby〃　was　trying　to　look　innocent　after　spending　all　night　
having　big　sweaty　sex　with　Patrick　Swayze；　the　dance　instructor　at　the　summer　resort　where　her　
family　was　vacationing。　Baby's　dad　was　so　seriously　pissed　off　at　her；　Blair　wondered　fleetingly　
how　her　own　dad　would　feel　if　he　knew　she'd　moved　into　a　hotel　suite　just　so　she　could　have　a　
little　privacy　with　Nate。　Not　that　her　gay；　French…chateau…living；　
pastel…argyle…socks…and…baby…blue…Gucci…sunglasses…wearing　dad　and　Baby's　responsible　doctor　
dad　in　'Dirty　Dancing'　had　anything　in　mon。　She　dialed　Nate　once　again　and　when　he　didn't　
answer；　she　made　herself　another　caviar　toast　point　sandwich　and　called　her　dad's　number　in　
southern　France；　where　he'＇d　been　living　since　he　and　Eleanor　split　up　over　his　gayness　almost　
two　years　ago。　

〃Bear？　Is　everything　okay？　Did　you　hear　from　those　fuck…head　at　Yale　yet？　Are　you　in？　Her　father　


demanded　as　soon　as　he　heard　her　voice。　

Blair　could　picture　him　perfectly；　naked　except　for　a　pair　of　royal　blue　silk　boxers　shorts；　his　
sleeping　lover…　Francois　or　Eduard　or　whatever　his　name　was　…　snoring　softly　beside　him。　Harold　
Waldorf；　Esq。　used　to　be　managing　partner　at　a　major　corporate　law　firm；　married　to　society　
hostess　Eleanor　and　living　in　a　penthouse　with　his　two　lovely　children；　Blair　and　Tyler。　Now　he　
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。　
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