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Suddenly Beau leans overunintelligible about the Gap into my ear, hands over a sample of the invitations, which Da with certain 8 x 10s and Polaroids of tonight’s various waitresses, stealing his two favorites-Rebecca and Puer’s

"Shaloot chills," I ad over the o and Bobby Flay have coula and reens, southwestern artichoke hearts with focaccia, porcini rilled tuna with black peppercorns, chocolate-dipped strawberries, assorted classy granitas

"Did anyone read the Marky Mark interview in the Ti’ hiarrangements"

Damien studies Beau suspiciously for a reaction

Beau notices this, points out certain elements about the menu, then carefully says, "I’m semi-haunted too"

"Yesterday I wanted to fk about twenty different strangers Just girls, just people on the street This one girl-the only one who hadn’t seen the 600SEL, who couldn’t tell Versace frolance at the Patek Philippe-" He turns to the goons, one who keeps eyeing ht never own Anyway, she’s the only one ould talk to me, just some dumpy chick who came on to me in Chemical Bank, and I ueless, that I siet this-she knew sign language"

After Damien stares at me, I say, "Ah"

"I tell you, Victor," Damien continues, "the world is full of surprises Most of the nonetheless Needless to say, it was amoh it" He sips his latte "Could I actually not be in vogue? I panicked, ht" I nod to Beau, letting hiht, yeah" Da he just waves at the stacks of papers on the table "Everything going as planned? Or are there any imminent disasters I should be apprised of?"

"Here are the invites" I hand him one "I don’t think you ever had the time to see these"

"Nice, or aslikes to say-nass"

"Yeah, they were printed on recycled paper with boy-based-I mean soy-based ink" I close my eyes, shake etting toa political state, Sparewas gonna introduce you to Miss Aht on, babe" Damien stretches, then slouches back into the booth "I can’t help it, Victor," he says blankly "I sense sex when I walk around the club I feel compelled"

"Man, I’m so with you"

"It’s not a club, Victor It’s an aphrodisiac"

"Here is the, uements for the dinner and then the list of press invited to the cocktail party beforehand" I hand hioons, who stares at it, like duh

"I just want to knoho’s at my table," Darab the papers back, and for an instant the goon glares at rip "Uer and Tim Hutton and Uma Thurman and Jiton and David Geffen and Calvin and Kelly Klein and Julian Schnabel and Ian Schrager and Russell Si with assorted dates and wives"

"I’ht?"

"Well, Alison and Kelly-"

"No no no no I’er at me