I see Blair and take her up to Tra di Noi for dinner before we head out for drinks. I had the lobster ravioli which was very nice, she just barely touched a salad. She’s starting to get pretty drunk. I can tell by the way she struggles to focus when I tell her that I can’t come to the Hamptons next week to meet her parents because I’m seeing Huey Lewis and the News with Trent… or was it Dramarama with Ken.. I forget. I just really don’t want to go to the Hamptons. Blair gets upset and washes down her latest chemical treat that she got from her new doctor in Beverly Hills together with a pale pink drink of some sort. Her mouth is moving but all I can think of is this wild girl I met on Sunset the other night. I think her name was Roxy.. I know we met at the Roxy at least..
Hmm.. it’s all a bit blurry after the pill she slipped me. She said it was something she got from her new contact in Mexico. I could tell she came from money because her black leather skirt was actually Dior and her top was from Chanel. I couldn’t tell who designed the boots she was wearing, but they were hot. The sound of crystal hitting ceramic tiles.. Blair just stormed out mumbling something about my new Porsche and a guy named Victor. I have no idea. I really need to call Wolfgang and make sure he has a table ready for me tomorrow at Spago.