‘Where for art though,’ reality?

Dear Daddy,

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to take your call yesterday. My best friend Kristy broke up with her boyfriend this week and she’s been super bummed out. You remember Kristy; she’s the one who got the boob job last fall, the one with the really annoying laugh and the used BMW. Yeah, Kristy and her boyfriend had been dating for ages. They dated in high school and then decided to go off to college together. (Well, he really didn’t want to go off to college with her, but don’t tell Kristy that.)

And by the way, Kristy really isn’t my best friend anymore. She’s more like my second best friend or even third. But in Kristy’s moment of sadness and pain, I don’t want to tell her that she’s not my best friend anymore. That would just destroy her. I can wait a week or so to do that. I’m strong.

Anyway, I took Kristy out to lunch and then to drinks and then to get one of those full-body mud baths. I told her that she really needed to think about her right now.

I think her breaking up with Todd is the best thing that ever happened to her. I mean with school and girl’s club and all the other stuff that we have to do, who needs a boyfriend?

We ended up at a really nice wine bar. I went out and bought her a new pair of shoes and a little cocktail dress for the occasion. It was my good deed of the day. Kristy really can’t afford going off and buying new clothes all the time, driving a used car and all.

We had our fall dance this past weekend, and it was a big smash. I wore those shoes that Mom bought me when she was in Milan. I looked so great. I went with this guy named James who is one of my really good friends. His dad owns a bunch of car dealerships in Mississippi, so I got to drive up to the dance in a brand new Mercedes. It wasn’t one of the big Mercedes, but it was a convertible, so that’s nice.

James and I and a few of my friends and their dates went to this really awesome Chinese place before the dance. James forgot his wallet, so I just decided to pay for everybody. (On plastic, of course. Thanks, Daddy). So we had a big meal and some champagne, and everybody was really happy.

Then we got to the dance, and that’s when the drama started. Kristy and her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) had gone to dinner with another group and, as the story goes, had gotten in a really big fight in front of everyone. I kind of wish I was there to see it.

Apparently, Todd had gone to the bathroom, and then one of the other girls went to the bathroom. They were gone for almost 15 minutes so Kristy went to see if everything was OK. She got to the bathroom, and standing outside in the hallway were Todd and the other girl making out. Boys are such bastards! Kristy started yelling. Todd tried to calm her down, but Kristy got worse and worse and eventually broke a wine bottle over his head.

The other guys heard the commotion and ran over to see what happened. Todd was on the ground and bleeding all over the place (on Kristy’s shoes nonetheless).

The boys had to pick him up and take him to the hospital.

Todd ended up with 25 stitches on his forehead. As you might imagine, there was plenty of gossip.

The next day, Kristy felt really bad about everything that had happened, and she wanted to go see Todd. He had been picked up from the emergency room by his aunt and uncle who live in town and had been taken to their house on Beverly. Kristy had met them before and had had dinner at their house about a month ago, so she went over to try and talk to Todd.

She rang the doorbell for 10 minutes, but nobody seemed to be at home. Finally, on the last ring, the aunt opened the door and started yelling at Kristy. For 15 minutes this woman yelled at poor little Kristy for being a drunk little slut. Of course, Todd’s aunt wasn’t completely wrong. Kristy had been quite drunk at the time, and she has been around the block a few times – if you know what I mean.

Kristy finally left and didn’t hear from Todd until 10 days later when he called and broke up with her. The nerve of him; making out with another girl right in front of Kristy and then breaking up with her. It’s such a pity because Todd is so cute.

Anyway, I hope that you and Mom are doing OK. I’m not sure if I’m coming home for Easter. There is supposed to be some big party that weekend at one of my friends’ lake houses, and you know I can’t miss a good party.

Thanks Daddy. I love you bunches, and I can’t wait to talk to you next Sunday. Give Scruffy-wuffy and Gingersnap big hugs for me.

Kisses,

Sarah

P.S. Oh, I forgot. One of my credit cards was rejected the other day. The lady at Saks said that I had gone over my limit. I told the lady, who was obviously unaware to whom she was speaking, that she must be mistaken. Could you check into that for me? Thanks a lot, Daddy!