And okay, I know I screwed things up, but I think you’re being a little harsh with this whole moving out thing. I mean, come on, Kate. You’re my—what’s it called—my lodestone. I can’t think about anything but you. It fully blows. I mean, remember when we were back in Luxor and we were all dreaming about coming to New York, how great it was going to be, and all? Well, I realize it didn’t turn out to be all that great, but Kate, it still can be. Tomorrow the guys and I are signing our record deal. We’re gonna be RICH, Kate. But it’s like I can’t even get jazzed about the bling, because you won’t be there to help me spend it.
I know I can’t give you what you want, Kate, but we could still have a really, really, really good time. I mean, the record company, they own a place in Baha. BAHA, babe! Think about it.
Well, anyway. That’s it. Peace out, and don’t let the man keep you down.
Dale
To: Dale Carter <imnotmakinganymoresandwiches@freemail.com>
Fr: Kate Mackenzie <katydid@freemail.com>
Re: You
Touchstone, not lodestone. Baja, not Baha. And you can’t spend bling. Bling is what you spend moneyon .
Dale, trust me on this. I have come to the conclusion that I am just not cut out to be a rock musician’s girlfriend. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be instead. But I’m pretty sure it doesn’t involve going to Baja. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it is. The sooner you accept that and move on, the happier you’ll be, Dale.
Love,
Kate
To: Devon Hildenbrandt <devonhildenbrandt@hildenbrandtindustries.com>
Fr: Amy Jenkins <amy.jenkins@thenyjournal.com>
Re: The earrings
Devon, you’re a goddess. Thanks so much for the loan of your sapphires for last night. They looked perfect with my Barney’s shell.
Sorry I missed you at the soiree, but the place was packed. Did you see who WAS there, though? The supermodel Vivica! Although I thought she looked a little bit fat in that dress, didn’t you?
Anyway, I had a blast . . . except for the fact that I caught a glimpse of one of my employees there . . . one I’ve been having particular problems with lately. She’s apparently all cozied up with Dolly Vargas, the style editor. You know, it can be a little aggravating . . . I’ve worked at theJournal for almost five years, and I’ve never been asked out for so much as a cup of coffee with any of the editors, let alone anyone else on the staff. Well, I guess it just goes to show, you can pick your friends, but not your coworkers. Still, it’s a little irksome. She’s only been working for me for less than a year, but already she knows more people than I do.
But whatever. Like I was saying, thanks for the loan of the earrings. Fair warning: I’m going to be asking for a similar pair from Stuart for our first anniversary. They should go great with the sapphire cocktail ring I’ll be expecting after the birth of Stuart Jr., LOL!
I’ll see you at next week’s cocktail hour—it’s at Pop downtown, right? I’ll get your sapphires back to you then.
Kisses,
Amy
Amy Denise Jenkins
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To: Stacy Trent <IH8BARNEY@freemail.com>
Fr: Mitchell Hertzog <mitchell.hertzog@hwd.com>
Re: Clarissa
What Clarissa and I did or did not do in that pool house is none of your concern. I went to the opening the other night because her current flame—some investment banker—is out of town, and she asked me to go with her, and as Michigan wasn’t playing, I thought, why not? I like art as much as the next guy.
So tell Mom not to get her hopes up. There’s not going to be any double wedding for me and Stuart.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a week’s worth of Travel Channel to catch up with.
The Fucker
To: Kate Mackenzie <kathleen.mackenzie@thenyjournal.com>
Fr: Amy Jenkins <amy.jenkins@thenyjournal.com>
Re: Dress Code
Kate, as I’m sure you’re aware, we at theJournaldo try to maintain a professional demeanor.
That said, I don’t feel that the skirt you’re wearing this morning is quite an appropriate length for the office. Please see that it is taken out of the weekly rotation from this day forward.
Amy
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Sleaterkinneyfan:
The T.O.D. says my skirt is not appropriate officewear!
Sleaterkinneyfan:
NO!!! What is wrong with that skirt? I’ll admit, it’s a bit on the short side, but I think you look adorable! The T.O.D. is just jealous because she doesn’t have the guts—or the imagination—to wear anything shorter than knee length.
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Either that or she just straight-out hates me. Dolly loaned this skirt to me. It’s Dolce and Gabbana! Suede!
Sleaterkinneyfan:
I know how you are about suede. And joy of joys, no one has peed on that one. Unless Skiboy . . . No, that is going too far. Any particular reason you are clad in Dolly-wear today? Or did she stop you at the door and force it on you?
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Well, I AM having lunch with Mitch Hertzog. But it is a BUSINESS lunch.
Sleaterkinneyfan:
I have bad news for you. That isn’t a very businessy skirt. Are you sure Dolly got the part about its being a business lunch?
Sleaterkinneyfan:
I explained to her that Mitch and I are meeting to discuss taking out a restraining order against Dale—
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Oh. Well, in that case, it all makes sense. That looks like a restraining-order skirt if I ever saw one. But back to this lunch. When did this happen?
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Oh. When I saw him Saturday night at the opening.
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Describe.
Sleaterkinneyfan:
Nothing to describe. He was there with a girl. A very pretty girl. She looked like a praying mantis. And she’s a Doyle, as in Hertzog Webber and Doyle.