gossip girl 7 英文- 第22节

Which　was　almost　never。　

〃I　guess　that's　the　trouble　I'm　going　to　have；　you　know；　with　picking　a　major？　I　won't　be　able　to　
decide　between　English　and　drama。〃　She　smiled　and　pulled　her　short　skirt　demurely　over　her　
knees。　

Since　when　is　the　cities　biggest　party　girl　worried　about　her　major？　

〃Elementary；　my　dear。　That's　why　they　invented　the　double　major！〃　Mr。　Parris　snapped　his　
suspenders；　obviously　delighted　with　the　opportunity　to　divulge　his　vast　wisdom　to　a　young　girl　of　
such　extraordinary　beauty　and　intelligence。　

All　of　a　sudden　Blair　burst　into　the　room；　dressed　a　little　too　sexily　for　an　academic　gathering　and　
wearing　the　Yale　pendant　her　mother　had　ordered　from　Cartier　for　baby　Yale。　Serena　had　never　
seen　her　best　friend　look　so　bizarre。　

〃Thank　God　I　found　you！〃　Blair　babbled　breathlessly。　She　glanced　at　Mr。　Parris。　〃Sorry　for　
interrupting；　sir；　but　this　is　an　emergency！〃　

Serena　could　always　tell　when　Blair　was　up　to　something　or　was　just　plain　freaking　out；　because　
her　nostrils　flared　like　a　wild　animal　and　she　forgot　to　blink。　Right　now　she　looked　like　a　squirrel　
with　rabies。　Serena　stood　up　and　shook　Mr。　Paris's　hand。　〃It　was　truly　a　pleasure　talking　to　you；　Mr。　
Paris。〃　

Mr。　Parris　bent　down　and　kissed　her　hand。　〃The　pleasure　is　entirely　mine。〃　

Blair　coughed。　Of　course　Serena　had　pletely　enchanted　the　old　man；　which　was　totally　unfair　
because　Blair　was　the　one　who　actually　needed　to　enchant　him；　〃This　really　is　an　emergency；〃　she　
blurted　impatiently。　

Not　exactly　enchanting。　


〃Okay；　I'm　ing；〃　Serena　murmured。　She　looped　her　arm　through　Blair's　and　Blair　dragged　her　t　

o　the　front　hall　and　pushed　the　button　for　the　elevator。　〃Where　are　we　going　anyway？〃　Serena　
demanded　as　the　elevator　doors　rolled　open。　
〃The　Plaza！〃　Blair　squealed；　dragging　her　inside。　
And　it'd　probably　safe　to　say　they　weren't　going　to　discuss　Shakespeare　once　they　got　there。　


AND　YOU　THOUGHT　ANDY　WARHOL　WAS　DEAD　

Vanessa　and　Beverly　walked　up　an　enclosed　ramp　that　led　into　the　warehouse　space　in　
Williamsburg　where　Beverly's　friends'　party　was　taking　place。　Vanessa　could　hear　music　ing　
from　inside…　something　airy　and　rhythmic　that　might　have　been　Bjork；　although　she　wasn't　sure。　A　
woman　pushed　open　the　black　metal　door　at　the　top　of　the　ramp　and　stomped　past　wearing　a　
yellow　bandana　in　her　hair；　black　knee　socks；　and　fluorescent　yellow　clogs。　She　looked　like　she'd　
been　crying；　and　was　cradling　her　left　hand　against　her　chest。　

〃Hey；　Bethene；〃　Beverly　called　to　her　as　she　stomped　away。　

〃What　are　those？〃　Vanessa　peered　into　a　bucket　of　what　she　hoped　were　very　well　produced　
stuffed　animals；　sitting　on　the　floor　halfway　up　the　ramp。　

〃Kittens；〃　Beverly　replied；　as　if　no　further　explanation　was　required。　

The　ramp　seemed　to　be　fashioned　as　a　sort　of　display；　and　was　scattered　with　random　art　objects。　
Besides　the　bucket　of　kittens　was　a　life　sized　wax　figure　of　Santa　Claus　carrying　a　huge　
see…through　plastic　sack　full　of　naked　Barbie　dolls　with　their　heads　missing。　At　Santa's　face　was　a　
lava　lamp　with　real…looking　eyeballs　floating　around　inside　it。　The　ramp　was　like　a　haunted　house　
only　more　disturbing。　

Slightly？　


〃Everyone　here　is　an　artist；〃　Beverly　declared；　〃and　they've　been　doing　this　party　since　March。〃　

Vanessa　nodded；　even　though　she　wasn't　exactly　sure　what　he　meant　by　〃doing　this　party。〃　It　
sounded　a　little　like　the　art　〃happenings〃　at　Andy　Warhol's　factory　back　in　the　1960's…　lots　of　cool　
arty　people　collaborating　to　make　weird　art　that　no　one　really　understood　and　that　wasn't　even　
very　good。　

When　they　reached　the　top　of　the　ramp；　Beverly　pushed　the　door　open　and　they　stepped　inside。　
The　space　was　a　giant　warehouse；　cool　and　dark；　except　the　glow　from　four　giant　lava　lamps　like　
they'd　seen　on　the　way　in。　No　one　greeted　them；　and　Vanessa　was　surprised　to　find　only　about　
thirty　people　there。　They　sat　cross…legged　on　the　floor　in　little　clusters；　finger…painting　on　the　
pages　of　encyclopedias　and　looking　pletely　spaced　out；　like　they　hadn't　slept　since　the　party　
started　back　in　March。　No　one　was　drinking　anything　or　eating　anything　or　even　talking。　It　was　
sort　of　like　an　anti…party　party。　

Vanessa　watched　as　a　women　wearing　a　fuzzy　red　bathrobe　and　red　rubber　rain　boots　chopped　off　
a　handful　of　her　long　dark　hair　and　dropped　it　into　a　huge　pot　sitting　on　a　hotplate　on　the　floor。　A　
tall；　pale　skinny　guy　wearing　only　a　black　fedora　hat　and　black　boxer　shorts　went　up　to　the　pot　and　
stired　it　with　a　wooden　yardstick。　

〃Bruce；〃　Beverly　greeted　the　guy　with　a　nod。　〃This　is　Vanessa。　She　makes　films。〃　

Bruce　nodded　and　kept　on　nodding　for　longer　than　normal　as　he　stirred　the　pot。　Vanessa　wished　
desperately　that　she　had　her　video　camera　with　her。　She'd　never　seen　anything　quite　like　this。　

〃Are　you　here　to　make　a　donation？〃　Bruce　asked。　

Vanessa　wasn't　sure　who　he　was　talking　to。　In　fact；　for　the　first　time　in　her　life；　she　felt　pletely　
lost。　Every　party　she'd　ever　been　to　had　been　predictable　to　the　point　of　being　hopelessly　boring。　
She　smiled　tentatively　at　Beverly。　It　was　sort　of　nice　to　be　surprised。　

The　music　suddenly　shifted　to　the　soundtrack　for　'Shrek　2'　and　Vanessa　felt　more　lost　than　ever。　
She　took　a　step　forward　and　peered　into　Bruce's　pot。　〃What　is　that　anyway？〃　

Bruce　held　up　his　left　hand　and　wiggled　his　fingers。　The　top　joint　on　the　middle　finger　of　his　left　
hand　was　missing；　just　like　Beverly's。　

〃I'm　working　on　a　regeneration　project；〃　Bruce　said；　as　if　that　explained　everything。　

Beverly　held　up　his　left　hand　and　spread　his　fingers　out　like　a　fan。　No；　Vanessa　wasn't　going　
insane。　His　middle　finger　really　was　missing　its　top。　〃Most　of　us　have　contributed。　But　there's　no　
pressure　or　anything。〃　

Well；　isn't　that　a　relief？　


Vanessa　wasn't　easily　creeped　out；　but　she　was　getting　close。　〃And　what　do　you　do　with　the。。。　parts　
and　stuff。。。　in　the　pot。。。　after　they're　like；　cooked　or　whatever？〃　

Bruce　grinned　and　his　blue　veins　stood　out　on　his　pale　neck。　He　looked　like　he　hadn't　eaten　in　
months。　〃It's　not　about　the　doing；　it's　about　the　stirring；〃　he　responded。　

Beverly　nodded　in　that　same　odd；　prolonged　way　that　Bruce　had　nodded　before。　〃Vanessa's　got　a　
great　space；〃　he　volunteered；　apropos　of　nothing。　〃I'm　thinking　of　crashing　there　for　awhile。　It'd　be　
great　for　something　like　this；〃　he　added　still　nodding。　

All　of　a　sudden　Vanessa　realized　that　looking　for　roommates　on　the　internet　probably　wasn't　such　a　
great　idea。　Beverly　had　seemed　interesting　at　first；　she'd　almost　rather　live　with　Dan；　despite　all　his　
failings；　or　one　of　her　spoiled；　vain；　fashion…obsessed　classmates　than　e　home　to　boiling　
fingers　who　knew　what　else　on　her　stove。　It　was　one　thing　to　make　art　that　people　thought　was　
shocking　and　bizarre　without　actually　trying　to　be　shocking　and　bizarre。　Beverly　and　his　friends　
were　in　college…　hadn't　they　learned　anything？　

〃Are　you　thirsty？〃　Beverly　asked　her。　〃Do　you　want　some　water？〃　

Vanessa　realized　that　was　just　the　nicest　thing　he'd　said　to　her　all　night。　She　couldn't　believe　she'd　
been　worried　about　the　configuration　of　her　moles；　or　that　she'd　actually　worn　perfume　for　him。　
She　yawned　and　glanced　around　the　enormous　space。　〃I'm　not　sure　how　much　of　this　I　can　take；〃　
she　responded；　mimicking　what　Beverly　had　said　about　Dan's　singing　in　the　club。　〃I'm　going　
home。〃　

Beverly　bit　his　lip。　〃But　this　is　working。　I　mean…　so　far；　right？〃　he　asked。　

〃Actually；　it's　not。〃　Vanessa　imitated　the　sweet；　fake　smile　her　classmate　Blair　Waldorf　flashed；　
telepathically　telling　the　teacher　to　eat　shit　and　die　when　she　was　trying　to　get　excused　from　class　
early　to　attend　a　Manolo　Blahnik　sale。　

〃Sure　you　don't　want　to　make　a　donation？〃　Bruce　asked　still　stirring　the　pot。　

Vanessa　unclipped　her　lip　ring　and　tossed　it　in。　〃Good　luck　with　that；〃　she　told　them；　turning　to　go。　

Beverly　and　Bruce　began　to　nod。　

As　far　as　we　know；　they're　still　nodding。　


WHAT　GIRLS　REALLY　DO　BEHIND　CLOSED　HOTEL　SUITE　DOORS　

〃Remember　when　we　were　in　fifth　grade　and　we　used　to　practice　kissing　with　pillows？〃　Se