Thursday, February 02, 2006

Jennifer's Crisis: Installment #3 (See below for #1-#2)

Lindsay, on the other hand, was cool as a Certified Pesticide-Free cucumber. She had a plan, and if only she’d conveyed it articulately to Jennifer instead of sending emoticon-saturated text messages to her boyfriend, Ryan, she would have saved her best friend (and Theta sister) entire hours of unnecessary angst. You see, while Jennifer was busy on the beach contemplating her Numerology Horoscope from Cosmopolitan and the identity of the “mysterious hunky stranger” mentioned therein, Lindsay was calling Jessica, who went to school with Stacy, who knew Richie, who knew Q’estion, one of the owners of Gynseng. And this fourth-hand tree of knowledge appeared to be bearing fruits in the form of inclusion on Gynseng’s coveted List. Of course, Lindsay knew that even The List wasn’t foolproof. But neither was she, so she could empathize. And by the time she arrived at Sky Bar for our protagonists’ somewhat extended rendition of Happy Hour, she was fairly confident that the evening would survive midday’s crisis intact. Jennifer, however, was now so distraught that she couldn’t even bring herself to smile at the commodities trader who offered to buy her a drink. Exacerbating the situation was Jennifer’s natural aversion to ruffling feathers. Despite several cooking classes at the French Culinary Institute, she found live poultry rather repulsive, even in theory. More importantly, Jennifer didn’t like to be the source of anyone’s discontent, and she feared that Lindsay would take it far too personally if she expressed the full impact of Jared and Adam’s absence on her current state of mind. Thus, the two of them sipped away, oblivious to the miscommunication that hovered between them like a toxic cloud of CK 1. To be continued, and concluded…

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