The Road More Traveled

Jennifer's Crisis: Installment #2 (See below for #1)

The problem was simple. Without Jared and Adam, there was no guarantee that Jennifer and Lindsay would successfully navigate the velvet rope jungle of Miami’s hottest, most exclusive club, Gynseng. Without Jared and Adam, they were just two more foundation-laden faces in the crowd, two more voices tinged with the lilting patois of a southern Long Island upbringing pleading with bouncers named Ice or Big Stu to gain admittance. Jennifer had grown accustomed to carousing with Jared and Adam, to the subtle glances, to the nods of recognition that allowed her to slip by the envious masses without so much as a moment’s hesitation at the door. She loved tossing her hair and its well-maintained highlights as she waltzed into a club, smirking the way any average person with an over-inflated sense of entitlement and a heady cocktail of alcohol and birth control in her bloodstream would. It made her shudder to think of waiting on line in her 3.5-inch Prada platforms, or even worse, of getting turned away. True, they were two comely females with low cellulite counts and high heels, which certainly improved their chances. But on a holiday weekend like this one, with photos from Jennifer’s vast collection of US Weekly and In Touch back issues materializing into living, breathing creatures all over town, Jennifer could see which way the wind was blowing. And even if she lacked both the literal and metaphorical tools to adequately gauge its velocity, she certainly knew that it could ruin the results of several carefully placed Frizz-Ease spritzes, not to mention half an hour with the straightening iron. This wasn’t good. Consequently, as Jennifer sat at the bar sipping her third $17 Appletini (her favorite species in the “Tini” genus of libations), her anxiety levels began to rise. To be continued...

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