gossip girl 11 英文-第20部分

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his　face；　and　closed　his　eyes　for　a　minute。　？I　mean；　what　good　would　it　do　to　tell　Blair　about　
Serena　anyway？　She？s　going　to　Yale　tomorrow。　And　maybe　she？ll　go；　and　I？ll　miss　her　so　much　
I？ll　be　on　the　Metro…North　every　freaking　Friday。　Or　maybe　me　and　Serena　will　be　together？so　
why　decide　now；　right？？　？Nate　。　。　。？　Chips　turned　and　looked　at　Nate　thoughtfully；　one　hand　
resting　on　his　stiff　leg。　？Don？t　twist　my　words　to　your　own　convenience。　There？s　a　difference　
between　protecting　someone　else　and　protecting　yourself。　And　it　doesn？t　sound　to　me　like　you？ve　
done　much　thinking　about　what？s　really　best　for　those　two　girls　you　claim　to　love　so　
much。？　？Yeah？？　Nate　stared　glumly　down　at　the　wide…planked　floor。　He　knew　how　hurt　Serena　
would　be　if　he　told　her　he　was　going　to　see　Blair　every　weekend　at　Yale。　He　also　knew　that　if　he　
told　Blair　what　had　happened　with　Serena；　that　shoe…throwing　scene　would　look　like　a　trip　to　the　
circus。　

Step　right　up　to　see　the　man…eating　Manolo…thrower！　？But　there？s　this　other　thing；？　Nate　went　on；　
struggling　with　his　thoughts。　？Blair　and　Serena　。　。　。　they　both　know　exactly　what　they　want。　
They？ve　got　all　theseplans　。　。　。　。　Everyone　else　knows　what　they　want；　but　I　just　。　。　。don？t　。　And　
even　if　I　did；　I　feel　like　everything？s　been　decided　for　me。？　The　sparkling　water　seemed　to　laugh　
at　him。　Weeks　before；　the　water　had　been　full　of　promise。　Now　he　just　felt　like　he　was　sinking。　

？That？s　the　biggest　pile　of　bullshit　I？ve　ever　heard　in　all　my　living　days；？　Chips　growled。　He　
leaned　forward　so　that　his　face　was　inches　from　Nate？s。　？Look　at　me？I？m　sixty…five　years　old；　
I？ve　got　a　bad　leg；　and　on　Sunday　morning；　I？m　setting　sail　around　the　world。？　He　tapped　his　shin　
and　it　made　a　weird　knocking　sound。　？Knock　on　wood；　it？ll　be　the　best　thing　I　ever　did。？　Knock　


on　wood？　

Nate？s　eyes　widened　in　surprise　at　Chips？s　announcement？sail　around　the　world？　Damn。　

Chips　tossed　the　cigar　overboard　with　a　flourish。　？Boy；？？his　voice　was　grave？？I？m　going　to　give　
you　the　exact　same　advice　I　gave　your　father　twenty…five　years　ago。？　He　paused；　looking　Nate　
dead　in　the　eye。　？You　need　to　figure　out　what　you　really　want？no　more　of　this　pussyfooting　
around。　Remember；　you？ve　got　to　think　with　your　balls；　not　with　your　dick。？　Here　we　go　again。　

Nate　nodded；　looking　at　the　floor；　starting　to　understand　what　Chips？s　perverse　little　saying　
really　meant。　He　was　right？all　this　going　back　and　forth　about　Serena　and　Blair　wasn？t　helping　
anyone。　It　was　all　about　his　dick；　but　there　was　nothing　brave　or　manly　about　lying　to　the　two　
people　he　loved　most　in　the　world。　

？Every　boy　has　to　bee　a　man　sometime。？　Chips　drained　his　glass　and　placed　it　on　the　teak　
plank　floor。　？Now？s　your　turn。？　Is　that　Scottish…old…man…speak　for　？Grow　a　sack？？　

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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　

　hey　people！　

　The　Met　party　is　finally　here；　and　I？ve　spent　all　day　at　Bliss　in　preparation　for　tonight？s　
festivities；　having　every　gorgeous　inch　of　me　waxed；　buffed；　and　painted　for　the　occasion。　It？s　
time　to　slide　my　kissably　smooth　body　into　my　favorite　new　silk　Gucci　dress　and　paint　the　town　
pink？if　I　can　ever　get　away　from　my　mirror；　that　is。　Translation：　Better　make　this　a　quickie。　

TonightB　？s　kooky　family　will　attempt　to　out…f？te　every　f？te　ever　held　at　the　Met；　so　be　sure　to　
wear　your　end…of…summer…blowout…best。　If　you　weren？t　invited；　don？t　feel　too　bad。　While　you？re　
stuck　at　home　watching　reruns　ofGrey？s　Anatomy；　I？ll　be　doing　the　exhausting　work　of　keeping　
tabs　on　everyone　who？s　anyone；　which　is　clearlyeveryone　at　this　particular　party。　Cheer　up；　
wallflowers？I？ll　be　sure　to　give　you　all　the　juicy　gossip　and　gory　details　next　time。　Stay　tuned！　

And　for　those　of　you　folks　at　home　packing　up　for　your　big　off…to…college　bon　voyage　tomorrow　
morning；　I？ve　put　together　a　handy　checklist　of　what　to　pack。　I　know　most　of　you　are　too　busy　
fantasizing　about　your　own　personal；　tear…filled　goodbye　scenarios；　so　let　me　assist　you　with　the　
dorm…room　basics：　

（1）　A　pair　of　horn…rimmed　glasses？Armani　or　Chanel？whether　you　really　need　them　or　not。　Every　
college　boy　has　a　sexy…librarian　fantasy？trust　me。　

（2）　One　leather…bound　notebook　and　a　silver　Montblanc　pen？perfect　for　passing　notes　to　the　
hottie　who　sits　in　front　of　you　every　Tuesday/Thursday。　
（3）　A　new　iBook。　Take　notes　in　class　while　checking　your　e…mail？and　send　some　irresistible　
messages　to　your　latest　fling。　It？s　called　multitasking；　people；　and　I　should　know。　
（4）　A　noise　machine　set　to　City　Sounds。　There？s　no　place　like　home。　。　。　。　
（5）　Your　wits　and　charm！　College　is　all　about　red　tape；　rules；　and　regulations。　You？re　all　about　
breaking　them！　So　remember；　you？ll　catch　more　flies　with　honey　than　vinegar。　A　tub　of　actual　
honey　might　also　be　useful　for　smearing　on　all　those　cute　boys　in　Econ　202？not　that　I？m　actually　
advocating　such　behavior。　。　。　。　
sightings　

NinTimes　Square；　staring　longingly　at　a　Polo　billboard　featuring　a　guy　on　a　sailboat；　flanked　by　
two　gorgeous　models？a　blonde　and　a　brunette。　Wishful　thinking？　Well；　if　anyone　can　make　it　
happen；　it？s　our　friendN　。　。　。　。S　atBarnes　&　Noble　in　Union　Square；　hidden　behind　an　enormous　
pair　of　white　sunglasses　as　she　leafed　throughThe　Idiot？s　Guide　to　Finding　an　Agent　。　Sounds　like　
someone？s　got　a　new　project！B　yelling　at　an　employee　in　the　bedding　section　ofABC　Carpet　and　
Home　because　they　don？t　carry　Pratesi　sheets　in　size　extra…long　。　。　。K　andI　atChlo？；　trying　on　
identical　party　dresses？will　they　be　bringing　identical　dates？C　buying　a　tuxedo　atArmani　（doesn？t　
he　alreadyown　one？　Or　ten？）；　harassing　the　sales　staff　with　his　requests　for　a　tailor　to　make　a　
matching　one　in　primate　size　XS。　Please。V　making　the　trek　from　Prospect　Park　toward　the　Upper　
East　Side　via　subway　with　some　weirdos　wearing　red；　black；　and　white　seersucker　suits　。　。　。　
NewlywedsR　andP　kissing　madly　in　a　taxi　on　their　way　toJFK。　Word　is　they？re　headed　to　。　。　。　
Iceland　for　the　honeymoon。　That？s　one　way　to　get　cool。A；　looking　surprisingly　dapper；　buying　a　
tux　at　Barneys　and　flirting　madly　with　the　dreadlocked　salesgirl？though　rumor　has　it　he　only　has　
eyes　for　a　certain　sometimes…bald；　sometime…wigged　party　invitee　。　。　。B？　s　mom；E　；　atBang　&　
Olufsen　electronics　store　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　buying　the　biggest　flat　screen　in　the　place；　and　
then　later　on　atMarquee　in　the　Meatpacking　District；　rocking　out　in　the　DJ　booth　to　the　Black　
Eyed　Peas。　Uh…oh。　Tonight　is　definitely　going　to　be　。　。　。　entertaining。　

Well；　people；　I　need　to　go　fix　myself　a　pre…party　Grey　Goose　martini　with　just　asplash　of　
vermouth；　relax　on　the　new　pink　velvet　chaise　lounge　I　bought　myself　for　school　（so　Marie　
Antoinette　goes　to　college！）；　and　try　to　calm　my　nerves　for　the　big；　big　night　ahead。　It？s　kind　of　
hard　to　pay　attention　to　writing　to　you　kittens　when　my　freshly　painted　fingernails　in　Chanel？s　
Black　Satin　（yes；　I　have　it　and　you　don？t）　areso　totally　distracting。　See　you　at　the　party。　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　


the　gift　that　keeps　on　giving　

Blair　glided　through　the　arched　entry　to　the　Met？s　newly　reopened　Greek　and　Roman　exhibition　
space　and　glanced　around　the　enormous　limestone　room。　Corinthian　columns　propped　up　the　
forty…foot　ceiling；　where　a　domed　skylight　opened　up　to　the　night　sky。　Ancient　war　scenes　
emerged　from　gold…veined　marble　walls；　and　dozens　of　marble　pillars　propped　up　the　very　
anatomically　correct　Greek　statues。　Waiters　in　gold　togas　with　silver　trays　wove　expertly　through　
the　throngs　of　superbly　dressed　revelers。　

The　party　was　a　who？s　who　of　Blair？s　life。　Standing　in　little　clusters　were　the　elegantly　dressed　
parents　of　almost　everyone　she　had　grown　up　with；　delicately　sipping　champagne　and　smiling　
politely　while　gossiping　furiously　under　their　breath。　Serena？s　parents　looked　as　tall；　blond；　and　
poised　as　ever；　her　mother；　Lillian　van　der　Woodsen；　looking　statuesque　in　a　stunning　silver　Oscar　
de　la　Renta　strapless　gown　that　even　most　girls　Blair？s　age　couldn？t　pull　off。　Chatting　with　Mrs。　
van　der　Woodsen　was　Misty　Bass；　Chuck？s　mother；　her　hair　piled　high　on　her　head　like　a　sad　
imitation　of　Marie　Antoinette。　

Let　them　eat　cake！　

Next　to　Misty　was　her　husband；　Bartholomew；　trying　to　get　a　peep　down　Isabel？s　mother；　Titi　
Coates？s　low…cut　black　chiffon　Badgley　Mischka　dress。　

Like　father；　like　son　。　。　。　

Mr。　Coates；　Isabel？s　middle…aged　movie…star　has…been　father；　was　in　a　crisp　black　tuxedo；　
looking　even　more　distinguished　than　usual　standing　next　to　the　bulbous；　sweaty　Cyrus　Rose；　who　
was　patting　his　pot　belly　and　grabbing　fistfuls　of　appetizers　from　every　platter　within　reach。　Blair　
shuddered　in　disgust　but　was　forted　by　the　fact　that　she？d　be　seeing　her　real　father　tonight？if　
he　ever　made　it。　He？d　called　from　the　Charles　de　Gaulle　airport　in　Paris　eight　hours　ago　to　tell　
them　they？d　missed　their　flight　because　Ping　was　having　a　bit　of　fit；　projectile　vomiting　all　over　
the　place；　and　that　they　might　only　catch　the　tail　end　of　the　party。　They？d　have　to　drop　the　twins　
off　with　the　Waldorf　Roses？　nanny　and　then　hurry　over。　Well；　at　least　baby　Yale　could　teach　the　
little　brats　some　manners。　

The　classical　Greek　statues　crowding　the　walls　made　the　party　seem　even　more　packed　than　it　
already　was。　Blair　bent　down　to　fix　the　strap　of　her　cerulean　patent…leather　Manolos。　The　shoes　
were　a　perfect　match　to　her　night…sky　blue　Viktor　&　Rolf　strapless　party　frock；　and　they　gleamed　
like　they？d　been　candy…coated；　glistening　in　the　candlelight。　Something　moved　behind　her　and　
Blair　whipped　her　head　around；　losing　her　balance　and　nearly　toppling　onto　the　cool　marble　floor。　
Did　one　of　those　Adonises　justmove　？　The　chiseled　statue　gave　her　a　wink　as　he　changed　from　one　
classical　pose　to　another。　Blair　looked　closer　and　realized　that　mixed　in　with　the　classical　Greek　


and　Roman　sculptures　were　models　covered　in　chalky　clay…colored　paint。　

？Blair…Bear！？　A　voice　broke　into　Blair？s　thoughts　and　she　looked　up　to　see　her　father；　looking　
dapper　and　handsome　in　a　jet…black　Gucci　tux。　His　sandy　brown　hair　was　spiked　up　like　a　kid？s；　
and　the　distinguished…looking　laugh　lines　at　the　corners　of　his　bright　blue　eyes　were　the　only　signs　
of　his　real　age。　

？Daddy！？　She　ran　to　her　father？s　outstretched　arms　and　instantly　felt　forted。　？I　was　sure　you　
weren？t　ing。？　She　buried　her　head　in　his　crisp　white　shirt。　

？I　wouldn？t　dream　of　missing　your　big　night；　Blair…Bear。　And　you？re　going　to　be　even　happier　
when　I　give　you　your　gift。？　Her　father　pulled　back　and　stroked　her　cheek。　He　was　wearing　his　
emerald　green　cuff　links　that　Blair　had　always　thought　were　the　same　color　as　Nate？s　eyes。　His　
tanned　fingers　were　manicured；　and　his　hand　smelled　of　some　new；　powdery　cologne。　

Johnson　&　Johnson？s　Eau　de　Bebe　Ass？　

？What　gift？？　Blair　liked　the　sound　of　that。　？You　already　got　me　a　car　for　graduation。？　She　looked　
up　at　him　expectantly。　What　could　be　better　than　a　car？　A　plane