gossip girl 7 英文- 第28部分

Boys。　Give　them　some　strong　Irish　ale　and　all　of　a　sudden　they　have　British　accents。　

Dan　was　so　ashamed　of　his　performance　that　night　be　barely　looked　at　his　bandmates。　〃She's　done　
some　modeling；〃　he　mumbled。　

Marc；　the　Raves'　bassist　opened　the　door　of　the　suite；　back　from　a　walk　with　his　Bernese　mountain　
dog；　Trish。　Trish　was　huge　and　black　with　a　sweet　brown…and…white　face　like　a　St。　Bernard。　He'd　
names　the　dog　after　his　ex…girlfriend…　the　love　of　his　life；　who'd　broken　up　with　him　back　in　the　
ninth　grade…　and　he　never　went　anywhere　without　her。　

How　sweet。　And　how　creepy。　

Dan　sat　on　the　floor　next　to　his　sister。　Trish　lay　down　next　to　him　and　put　her　head　in　his　lap。　She　
had　terrible　breath　like　she'd　been　eating　canned　mackerel　and　spoiled　milk。　

〃Hey　Marc。　Turns　out　Jenny　is；　like；　this　hugely　famous　supermodel；〃　Lloyd　announced。　


Marc　glanced　shyly　at　Jenny；　then　picked　up　one　of　the　Plaza　Hotel　bathrobes　from　the　stack　and　
put　it　on　over　his　clothes。　He　looked　like　a　modern…day　vampire；　with　curly　black　hair；　pale　skin；　
and　nearly　black　eyes。　

Jenny　giggled；　reveling　in　all　the　attention。　It　was　one　o'clock　in　the　morning　and　she　was　at　the　
Plaza　Hotel；　wearing　only　a　bathrobe　and　underwear；　wit　the　members　of　the　coolest　band　ever！　It　
was　kind　of　weird　being　there　with　her　brother；　but　kind　of　reassuring；　too。　

Monique　sat　up　on　her　knees　and　stroked　Trish's　ears。　Then　she　slipped　her　hand　down　the　back　of　
Dan's　bathrobe。　〃e　into　zee　bedroom；〃　she　mouthed　against　his　ear。　

Jenny　could　hear　every　word　Monique　said…　not　that　she　really　wanted　to。　Boldly；　she　stood　up　and　
went　over　to　the　sofa　to　sit　next　to　Lloyd。　After　all；　she　was　a　famous　model…　she　could　sit　
wherever　she　liked。　

Lloyd　handed　her　a　breadstick。　〃In　southern　Italy　these　are　considered　an　aphrodisiac。〃　

〃Liar！〃　Damian　threw　a　ripe；　juicy　peach　at　Lloyd's　head。　It　missed　and　splattered　all　over　the　
pristine　white　wall　behind　him。　

You're　not　a　real　rock　star　unless　you　know　how　to　trash　a　hotel　room。　

〃Don't　listen　to　that　butthead；　he's　full　of　it；〃　Damian　warned　suddenly　loosing　his　Irish　accent。　He　
dragged　three　PlayStation　joysticks　over　to　the　sofa　and　sat　down；　so　that　Jenny　was　wedged　
between　him　and　Lloyd。　

As　if　she　minded。　

Jenny's　feet　were　tingling　and　her　ears　were　buzzing。　It　was　a　school　night　and　she　was　a　
supermodel　hanging　out　in　a　hotel　room　with　three　famous　rock　stars。　If　only　Serena　could　see　her　
now。　

Monique　dragged　Dan　into　a　standing　position。　Damian's　foot　flew　up　and　kicked　her　in　the　butt；　
but　Monique　pretended　not　to　notice。　She　pulled　Dan　into　the　adjacent　bedroom；　slamming　the　
door　behind　them。　

〃Don't　make　too　much　noise！　Damian　shouted　after　them。　

Marc　lay　down　where　Dan　and　Monique　had　been　sitting　and　rested　his　head　on　his　dog。　Trish　
licked　his　pale　cheek　and　wrapped　an　enormous　black　paw　around　his　neck。　

Aw。　What　a　cute　couple。　


Jenny　had　never　felt　so　famous　in　her　life；　and　she　owed　it　all　to　her　brother。　He　deserved　to　hook　
up　with　some　random　French　girl。　And　she　deserved　to　be　wedged　between　the　two　cutest　guys　
ever　to　grace　the　cover　of　Rolling　Stone。　If　only　some　reporter　would　knock　on　the　door　and　take　
their　picture。　She　kind　of　wanted　the　world　to　find　out　about　this…　it　was　too　good　not　to　be　known；　
even　if　she　got　into　major　trouble。　

No　worries；　darling…　the　world　has　a　funny　way　of　finding　out　nearly　everything。　

Gossipgirl　

Hey　people！　

AND　YOU　THOUGHT　THE　TRIBECA　STAR　WAS　SO　COOL　

The　Plaza　Hotel　is　having　a　revival；　a　big　one。　Some　of　our　favorite　people　were　suite…wrecking　at　
the　Plaza　last　night。　It　happened　to　late　to　make　it　into　today's　papers；　but　log　onto　New　York　
Post's　Page　Six　online；　and　it's　all　there。　A　whole　black…and…white　photo…montage　of　adorable　little　
J　getting　kissed　good…bye　on　the　lips　by　the　lead　guitarist　of　the　Raves　right　on　the　Plaza's　
red…carpeted　steps　and　getting　spanked　on　her　bottom　by　the　drummer　with　his　drumsticks　before　
she　swept　her　into　a　bear　hug。　She　even　wore　her　Plaza　bathrobe　home；　carelessly　leaving　her　
clothes　behind；　and　blew　kisses　from　the　taxi；　like　a　modern…day　Marilyn　Monroe。　

J　wasn't　the　only　budding　model　to　hook　up　with　the　Raves'　lead　guitarist。　A　hotel　staff　member　
actually　recorded　him　singing　to　S　over　a　Plaza　house　phone。　S　finished　the　call　saying；　〃I　love　
you；　Daddy。〃　Oh　does　she？　

But　what　about　his　marriage　to　a　mysterious　French　girl　a　year　or　so　back；　in　an　exclusive　
ceremony　in　St。　Barts？　If　you　study　the　photograph　of　him　kissing　J；　he　is　wearing　a　gold　band　on　
the　ring　finger　of　his　left　hand。。。　and　there　was　a　beautiful　French　girl　on　scene　as　well；　although　
she　was　totally　preoccupied　with　D；　the　band's　raging　new　front　man。　His　debut　public　
performance　was　kind　of　embarrassing；　but；　like　a　typical　French　girl；　she's　probably　too　horny　to　
care。　

The　confusing　part　is　that　S　was　staying　with　B　in　her　suite；　bringing　to　mind　those　old　stories　
about　S　and　B　in　a　hot　tub　together；　engaging　in　what　is　best　described　as　a　little　girl…on…girl。　As　if　
things　weren't　plicated　enough　already！　

THERE'S　SOMETHING　ABOUT　THOSE　FRENCH　GIRLS　


I　know　I've　ranted　about　this　before；　but　why　is　it　that　the　girls　who　go　to　L'école　Fran？aise　look　
twenty…five　when　they're　only　fourteen？　And　how　e　all　the　guys　we　know　secretly　or　not　so　
secretly　lust　after　them？　And　how　positively　infuriating　to　hear　a　group　of　L'école　girls　talking　
about　you　at　a　party…　in　Franglish；　so　that　you　can　hardly　understand　a　word　they're　saying。　They　
eat　only　hot　chocolate　and　pommes　frites；　they　chain　smoke；　and　you　never　see　them　jogging　or　
playing　field　hockey　in　Central　Park。　Yet　none　of　them　are　fat　or　zit…ridden。　It's　as　though　their　
mères　and　grandmères　introduced　them　to　Lanc？me　and　Chanel　when　they　were　only　babes；　and　
the　alpha　hydroxyl　acids　or　whatever　permeated　their　systems；　leaving　them　with　perfect　skin；　
perfect　bodies；　and　feet　that　are　most　fortable　in　three…inch　heels。　Their　school　even　allows　
heels…　unlike　all　other　girls'　schools　on　the　Upper　East　Side…　which　basically　proves　my　point。　
When　it　es　to　educating　girls；　the　French　seem　to　follow　a　pletely　different　curriculum。　
Not　that　we're　jealous　or　anything。　

OTHER　SIGHTINGS　

B's　mom　at　the　Italian　Consulate　waving　her　checkbook　around…What　exactly　is　she　up　to　now？　K　
and　I　getting　matching　bikini　waxes　at　Maria　Bonita；　a　tiny　NoLita　salon；　conveniently　located　
near　Sigerson　Morrison；　which　happened　to　be　having　a　sale。　C　（who　dropped　off　the　radar　for　a　
while　there　after　getting　rejected　at　every　college　he　applied　to）　taking　his　white　monkey　to　be　
er。。。fixed。。。　at　a　discreet　Chelsea　clinic。　It　seems　the　monkey　has　inherited　its　owner's　penchant　for　
flirtation　and　has　been　throwing　itself　at　every　dog；　cat；　and　ferret　in　the　neighborhood。　

Your　e…mail：　

Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　know　it　was　you　who　made　the　film　everyone's　so　excited　about　at　Cannes。　What　are　you　waiting　
for？　Get　you　ass　over　here　and　collect　your　reward！　
…　mogl　
A：　Dear　mogl；　
You　might　think　the　lady　doth　protest　too