SKIPPER BLOWS IT
Saturday night. Skipper goes to a barbecue at the home of his friends
the Rappaports, a young couple who always seem to be on the verge
of divorce. He gets drunk again and tries the "drinking beer and
lying on the bed" trick again with a girl named Cindy. It seems to be
working, until he mentions that he thinks Jim Carrey is a genius.
"You know, I have a boyfriend," she says.
Sunday. Mr. Marvelous calls his friends, tells them he's sick of
Bedford and is coming out in his Ferrari.
Stanford Blatch is sitting out by the pool in a paisley Armani
He's on the phone again to Robert Morriskin. "Why don't you come
out tonight? There's a great party. There aren't that many great
parties out here anymore, you know? Are you bringing a date?
Bring a girl if you want. I don't care."
SOMETHING AMAZING HAPPENS
Sunday night. Coerte Felske's book party at Ted Fields's house.
Skipper hasn't been invited, which pisses him off. Nevertheless, he
has arranged to go to the party by offering to drive Stanford Blatch,
whom he knows vaguely and who is invited everywhere, to the
party.
The party is outside. Skipper notices that a young woman named
Margaret is paying a lot of attention to him. Margaret is short, with
dark hair and large breasts, pretty—but not Skipper's type. Works in
public relations. Skipper and Margaret decide they have to go to
the bathroom, which means walking along a torchlit path snaking
behind some bushes to the porta-potties. They head for some
hedges. They start kissing. And then something amazing happens.
"I just really want to do this," Margaret says, and she kneels
down and unzips his pants. Skipper is astounded. The whole act
takes less than two minutes.
"You're going to give me a ride home, aren't you?" Margaret
says, nudging him.
"I can't," he says. "I promised I would give Stanford a ride home,
and you live in the opposite direction."
OH, MR. MARVELOUS!
Further Lane. Mr. Marvelous from Bedford arrives just in time for
dinner. His host, Charlie, has been divorced for five years. He's
invited some men and some women in their thirties to early forties.
Mr. Marvelous sits next to a woman named Sabrina: tliirty-two,
breasts spilling out of a black Donna Karan tank top. Mr. Marvelous
gets her drinks, is sympathetic about
go to Stephen's Talk House in Amagansett to meet some friends.
Mr. Marvelous offers to drive her car, she might be a httle drunk.
They end up at Sabrina's house at three in the morning.
When he walks in, her girlfriend says, "If you've got any kinky
ideas in your head, you can just forget them right now." She lies
down on the couch and turns out the light.
Later, about five in the morning, Mr. Marvelous begins feehng
claustrophobic. Sabrina's house is tiny. He can hear her friend
snoring on the couch just outside the bedroom door. "I'm going out
of my mind," he thinks.
Monday. Mr. Marvelous calls Sabrina, whom he just left an hour
before. Her machine is on. "Do you want to come to the beach?" He
goes to Media Beach, meets Carrie and Mr. Big. Then he spots an
attractive blond with a cocker spaniel. He walks up to her and starts
playing with her dog. They get into a conversation. He thinks he's
getting somewhere when her boyfriend walks up. A big, hulking
guy with an overdeveloped chest and short legs. Mr. Marvelous
returns to his towel. Samantha Jones is there, sitting with Carrie and
Mr. Big.
The girl and her boyfriend walk up the beach. When the blond
passes Mr. Marvelous, she turns and waves.
"See? I told you she was interested. Really interested," Mr.
Marvelous says.
"In you?" Samantha asks. She laughs meanly.