So let’s PLEASE go to Camel Lot before we both . . . Escape!
Matt “NYU SUMMER STUDENT” Bloom
To Zeke, Lloyd, Jimmy-Lee, M . . . M . . . M . . . Matt!
I’m tellin’ ya’, end of Senior year really brings on the amnesia, Kid. I was like, “Tara . . . you know his dang name . . . just think!” So I did just that, Eric. I put my pen down and just thought. Made my head a blank canvas, and then just like that . . . your name came right back to me. Don’t ya just hate when that happens?
I know this is wicked unfortunate, but I was goin’ thru my Month-At-A-Glance and realized there are just simply zero windows for me to take you to Camel Lot. I know, bummer. And it’s not like I’m gonna white-out any of my graduation parties just to take you to Camel Lot. You think I’d do that to my Senior friends? Just NOT attend their parties so I could take some random Freshman to MY SECRET PLACE? ’Fraid not, Youngster. So as for Godot . . . keep waitin’.
Your paisley tux jacket wasn’t that warm, by the way. You might wanna tell the woman at Bonardi’s Tuxedo Shop that ’cuz knock knock . . . this is New England, not Southern Florida! What’s next? They gonna start pairin’ their tuxedoes with flip-flops?! This town can’t even make their formalwear the right way. Jesus!
Hate to break it to ya, but Christopher Patrick Caparelli and I are officially back together! And when you see me in the hallways or at dress rehearsal, don’t look at my finger unless you’re fix’n to go blind! I’ve a polished claddagh ring on it, and oh man, does it bounce light, Matt! It’s 14-karat gold, so yeah, when polished, it’s wicked friggin’ shiny!!
And one teensy-weensy favor, Matt . . . don’t reference my stories back to me. “Uh, is it Timmy or Tommy?” Timmy. Timmy Garabino. You’re remindin’ me of Heather Gould. Years ago, in an effort for me to like her, she was like, “Hey, Tara. Remember when you worked at TCBY and that hot guy, Eli Spencer, always flirted with you and you always gave him free yogurt?” Uh, yeah, Heather. I remember. Wanna know how I remember? ’Cuz it happened TO ME, Lady! Not to you. Referencin’ other people’s stories back to them is somethin’ I shoulda warned you about in 1991. It’s trite, Matt.
Look at you goin’ to NYU Summer Theater School! I’m always wary of places that happen to have a slot open super last minute, as it’s usually a sign of vacancy, like if I was travelin’ and in a jam, I would never stay at the hotel that happened to have an open room, ya know? Are you eating at the restaurant that HAS a table on a Saturday night? You probably are, but not this girl!
Is NYU Summer Theater School even ranked?
Ya know what, though, it’ll be wicked good for you. You need the acting experience for sure.
Opening night can’t come fast enough!!
Tara “Going to Actual College
Not Summer Camp College” Murphy
Dear Tara,
Are you okay? Your note seemed a bit abrasive. Not even one j to the k. I’ll reread it, but it seemed like you’re mad that I’m going to NYU even though I know that I must be wrong because you flat-out rejected their acceptance. Right? Did you know Stacey’s aunt and uncle are the heads of admissions there? You must have known that, right?
Best,
Matt
Matt!
Yeah, of course I knew that one of MY closest friends’ aunt and uncle were the goddamn heads of admissions at NYU! Have you met me?
Gotta run . . . I have some original songs to write.
Tara
Hello Stefanie,
Hi there. How are you? I hope all is wonderful in your multifaceted world. Everything is, as per usual, phenomenal in mine. Sooo close to gettin’ outta here—not that I’m antsy, ’cuz I’m not. I’m wicked calm.
I have such a random question that literally just popped into my head out of the blue for no reason whatsoever, but did you know that our own Stacey Simon’s aunt and uncle are the heads of admissions at NYU? I know . . . so random and who cares AT ALL, but did you know that?
Just get back to me on that as soon as you can, but there’s no rush.
Love,
Tara
Tara,
They are? I had no idea. But we both know Stacey is so private. Such a small world, though. Of all places to be the heads of admissions . . . NYU? Wow! Are you sure they are? I mean, it does make sense, considering she told you years ago that she had an aunt and uncle who lived in the West Village and she even offered to hook you up with them if you ever moved to New York. Huh. I would say, “Are you okay?” but you got into THREE COLLEGES! So I know you are okay.
Love ya,
Stef
Stef,
Yeah, love ya too. Love ya too. And I’m sooooooo okay!! Almost no one gets into THREE COLLEGES in ONE DAY! Weird that Stacey never mentioned the
