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As　if　they　were　following　the　steps　to　a　dance　only　they　knew；　they　stood　without　breaking　their　kiss。　Vanessa　took　Dan’s　hand；　and　led　him　to　her　bedroom。

So　this　is　what　their　younger　selves　imagined。

hey　people！

bad　behavior

Just　when　I　think　we’re　all　too　old　for　the　over…the…top　antics　of　our　youth；　several　of　our　favorite　people　have　proven　they　still　know　how　to　bend　the　rules：　B　and　S　were　spotted　sneaking　into　a　certain　Eighty…second　Street　town　house。　J　was　spotted　rediscovering　her　rock　star　self　and　dancing　all　night　at　Filter。　That’s　just　as　well；　since　N　was　in　bed　with　B…　and　S。　And　D　didn’t　seem　to　miss　S　because　he　was　awfully　busy　with…　dinner。

So　what’s　up　with　the　recent　spate　of　bad　behavior？　It　could　be　a　result　of　senior　year　stress。　It　could　be　a　flirtation　with　the　past。　Or　it　could　be　us　ing　to　terms　with　the　yin　and　the　yang；　the　bad　and　the　good　existing　in　all　of　us。　The　realization　that　even　though　we　might　be　older；　we　might　wear　better　clothes；　we　might　be　able　to　spout　off　Proust　and　Plato　with　aplomb；　we’re　still　just　figuring　out　our　place　in　the　world；　one　mistake　at　a　time。　We’re　old　enough　to　stop　pretending　to　be　perfect；　to　stop　pretending　the　past　never　happened；　to　realize　that　drama　keeps　life　interesting。　And；　that　said…

hangover　help

I　don’t　know　about　you；　but　now　that　I’m　legally　allowed　to　drink；　my　hangovers　have　been　ten　times　worse。　Talk　about　youth　being　wasted　on　the　young。　If　this　season　you　find　yourself　with　a　pounding　headache　the　likes　of　which　you　haven’t　felt　since　freshman　year；　I　can　sympathize。　My　advice？　Go　back　to　sleep　and　have　your　significant　other　brave　the　cold　for　bagels。　Indulge　in　a　carb　and　snuggle…fest　in　bed；　and　stay　there　until　the　sun　dips　low　into　the　sky。　After　all；　it’s　vacation　and　you　deserve　the　break。

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

My　best　friend　has　a　boyfriend　but　loves　to　go　out　and　dance。　And　boys—especially　one　boy　in　particular—loves　to　dance　with　her。　Should　I　stage　an　intervention　or　something　or　just　realize　she　can　make　her　own　decisions？

—caligirl

a：　Dear　Cali；

Last　I　heard；　dancing　isn’t　cheating。　I　say；　just　dance—but　be　ready　to　cut　in　if　things　look　like　they’re　getting　a　little　too　down　and　dirty。

—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

So；　where’s　the　New　Year’s　party？

—partylikearockstar

a：　Dear　Party；

Ordinarily；　a　query　like　this　would　force　me　to　break　the　sad　news　that　you　just　may　not　have　been　invited　to　the　fete　of　the　season；　but　this　year；　it　seems　our　favorite　reformed　bad　boy　has　yet　to　send　out　invites。　Shall　we　add　sloth　to　our　list　of　sins　as　well？

—GG

sightings

N　ordering　a　dozen　bagels　at　daybreak　at　Pick…a…Bagel。　Impromptu　brunch　plans？…　B　and　S　stumbling　down　Fifth　Avenue；　also　at　daybreak；　heading　toward　S’s　house。　Haven’t　seen　that　in　a　while！　J　and　her　friend　E　ordering　eggs　at　Three　Guys　at　6　a。m。；　looking　sweaty　and　disheveled　in　that　I’ve　been　dancing　my　ass　off　all　night　way。　Good　for　them！　V　making　a　coffee　run　to　the　deli　on　the　corner；　looking　blissful　for　early　in　the　morning。　Why　so　happy？

one　more　theory

Maybe　all　of　our　bad　behavior　is　just　gearing　up　for　the　final　countdown：　I’m　talking　New　Year’s　Eve　in　just　a　few　days。　Will　our　favorite　party　pad　be　up　and　running　this　year；　or　will　we　need　to　find　an　alternate　venue？　Will　we　kiss　the　same　people；　different　people；　or　ring　in　the　new　year　with　only　our　cat　for　pany？　And　what　will　this　year　bring？　I’ll　be　the　first　to　know　and　you’ll　be　the　first　to　find　out。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

out　with　the　old；　in　with　the　new？

“A　large　latte；　please；”　Serena　said　to　the　surly…looking　server　behind　the　counter　of　the　Hungarian　Pastry　Shop　on　112th　and　Amsterdam。　Her　head　was　pounding　and　her　mouth　felt　dry。　Last　night；　after　drinking　a　few　of　her　extra…strong　vodka　gimlets；　she　and　Nate　and　Blair　had　fallen　asleep　in　a　tangled　pile　midway　through　Breakfast　at　Tiffany’s　and　had　woken　up　to　a　river　of　melted　ice　cream　in　the　bed　with　them。

People　have　woken　up　to　worse…。

Despite　the　shaky　start；　Serena　had　actually　managed　to　have　a　productive　morning。　She’d　called　the　real　estate　agent　for　the　Frank　Lloyd　Wright　house　and　had　already　made　all　the　arrangements　for　an　August　move…in。　She　couldn’t　wait。　And　she　really　couldn’t　wait　to　tell　Dan。　That　was　why　she’d　chosen　the　pastry　shop　to　meet。　Serena　hated　it；　but　it　was　Dan’s　favorite　place。

“Thanks；”　Serena　said　to　the　barista　as　she　grabbed　her　latte。　The　barista　snorted　in　response。　Serena　sat　down　at　one　of　the　tables　in　the　corner；　which　had　only　three　legs　and　shook　whenever　she　placed　her　cup　on　its　surface。

The　bell　above　the　door　dinged　as　a　new　customer　entered。　Dan。　He　was　red…faced　from　the　wind　and　holding　his　place　in　The　Tropic　of　Cancer　with　his　index　finger。

“Hey；”　he　said；　sinking　down　into　the　seat　across　from　her。

“Hi。”　Serena　smiled　at　her　rumpled；　absentminded　poet　boyfriend。　She　pulled　out　the　photos　she’d　printed　of　the　house　and　spread　them　across　the　table；　silently　beaming　in　satisfaction。