Reese
We were at a rooftop party of a rich Chinese girl who was in love with the son of a famous architect who looked like Kramer from Seinfield. She was walking around barefoot with a bandage dress on and pouring tequila directly into peoples' mouths. I think she was trying to act nonchallant so Kramer would notice her, but he didn't and never would.
I was asking the boyfriend of one of Paul's friends about a book we'd both read.
Did you not find it graphic? I could not believe I was reading about fucking armpits on the subway.
Oh I've had crazier Wednesday nights girl.
He was wearing a billowy white suit, and pink lipstick. I wanted to kiss him.
But then his B-school boyfriend came back like he knew I was drunk and up to no good and I wandered away to look for a jacket. I made two wrong turns and ended up by the air conditioning vents and walked in on a drunk girl crying. I was afraid we'd make eye contact and I'd have to help her so I closed my eyes and backed away.
These nights, that used to go on forever, seem like someone else's dream now. These people have gotten married and divorced. Some of them have built buildings and others have jumped off buildlings. The rich Chinese girl ended up marrying another white guy on the roof that night and they held their tea ceremony in a castle in Italy.
Kramer, who was surrounded by Jordanian bros who wanted to go into business with him, was barely there. Years later we'd sit by the ocean in a working class Queens restuarant and eat crabs with his actual brother, who played chess all day and had trouble making eye contact. That night, he was there, and I studied him closely, and marveled at how lonely and sad the brothers really were.
I was asking the boyfriend of one of Paul's friends about a book we'd both read.
Did you not find it graphic? I could not believe I was reading about fucking armpits on the subway.
Oh I've had crazier Wednesday nights girl.
He was wearing a billowy white suit, and pink lipstick. I wanted to kiss him.
But then his B-school boyfriend came back like he knew I was drunk and up to no good and I wandered away to look for a jacket. I made two wrong turns and ended up by the air conditioning vents and walked in on a drunk girl crying. I was afraid we'd make eye contact and I'd have to help her so I closed my eyes and backed away.
These nights, that used to go on forever, seem like someone else's dream now. These people have gotten married and divorced. Some of them have built buildings and others have jumped off buildlings. The rich Chinese girl ended up marrying another white guy on the roof that night and they held their tea ceremony in a castle in Italy.
Kramer, who was surrounded by Jordanian bros who wanted to go into business with him, was barely there. Years later we'd sit by the ocean in a working class Queens restuarant and eat crabs with his actual brother, who played chess all day and had trouble making eye contact. That night, he was there, and I studied him closely, and marveled at how lonely and sad the brothers really were.