Remember our sassy columnist Carlin? She’s back to narrate a night at Smoke’s…through Gossip Girl’s eyes.
Last week I wrote about the in-class crush. For the sake of contrast I wanted to chronicle for you, my dear readers (i.e., my housemates and lineage), a recent night at Smoke’s so you can see that we Penn students are not unlike those we love to watch. As I am not an anonymous writer, all names have been changed. Consider me your Serena Van der Woodsen du jour. Until Monday night, that is. Boker tov, my little rodents!
Spotted: J, thirsty as usual and reminiscing at Smoke’s, eyeing former fling Carlin. Could it be a rekindling of flames? Or has C left him in the dust of his alum ashes?
It seems the two are okay as they say hello. Doesn’t J have a girlfriend? Didn’t C move on a week later? C sees her friends have arrived, drinks in hand, swaying to Rihanna. Better offer, C? I think so.
Also spotted: C catches J staring, and signaling suggestively towards her. Seems like D has stepped in, arm around poor C. Could this relationship be for real? Or do we have another N and S in the Hamptons on our hands?
Lastly, we see J, waiting for Carlin by the door. Would he dare to walk her home? Not if Little E does the job first. Saved by the bell, C. Who knows? Next time you may not be so lucky.
You know you love me.
Whisper Woman (an older–but not wiser–version of Gossip Girl)