Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Sykes

Author:Plum Sykes [Sykes, Plum]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Hyperion
Published: 2004-11-08T13:00:00+00:00

It was auspicious that Dr. F. had plumped my epidermis, because Eduardo was due back in town that night, and I was anticipating some more best-Proust-of-my-life with him, regardless of the doctor’s advice. Aerin van Orenburg—the young reclusive daughter of Gustav van O., who always says he has more art than the Gettys—had decided to come out of her seclusion and throw a wild costume party. The rumor was that since college all Aerin had done was stay home and knit gold lurex shoe bags for her massive collection of Christian Louboutins. Everyone wanted to go to Aerin’s party. But Aerin, being the contrary kind of girl she is, had invited only half of everyone who wanted to be there.

Aerin loved her own contrariness. Her theme was super-obscure and confusing for everyone: it was “Robert and Ali.”

The idea was that the boys should dress as the 1970s movie mogul Robert Evans and the girls as his one-time wife Ali MacGraw. The thing about throwing a costume party in New York is that if you’re going to do it, you’ve got to be super original about it. I’ve heard that some really cruel NY girls actually burn costume party invites if they feel the theme is “tired.” Apparently you cannot throw a party with any of the following themes ever again here: Mick and Bianca; Boogie Nights; Bill and Monica. Also leather ‘n’ leopard is off-limits because everyone just cheats and zips straight into Roberto Cavalli.

Lara, Jolene, and Julie loathed the theme. Unless they wore wigs they couldn’t imitate Ali’s hair.

“So wear a wig,” I told Julie, who had called for a costume summit.

“There is no way I am putting icky brown hair over this gorgeous blonde. Ariette would die. How can Aerin do this to me after I totally looked after her at Spence?”

It’s rare that a brunette like me has a social advantage over a New York blonde. But for once I did. I could hardly wait for the party tonight.

“Why don’t you get Ariette to do a nonpermanent brunette for the night?” I asked Julie.

“Eew! No! I mean, my god, my hair might start growing brown if I did that,” replied Julie. The fact is that Julie’s hair does grow slightly brown, but I made an executive decision not to remind her. “I’m going as the blonde Ali MacGraw. She would have looked much cuter like that. Why does Aerin have to be such a pain? She’s just trying to upset everyone and get written up as the most original Park Avenue Princess in the Suzy column.”

“You don’t have to go,” I said.

“Are you kidding me? No one’s been invited. I have to go. It’s the highlight of my week. Even though it’s only Monday, so my week hasn’t really started yet.”

Julie hung up. She called back a few seconds later to say, “Sweetie, don’t tell Aerin I said that thing about her thing being the highlight of my week because I would hate for her to know her party was the highlight of my week.

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