10. Phoebe, You Should Have Seen Her!

I got bored so i felt like giving Phoebe a buzz. But I couldn't because my folks would know it's me and that I was in New York, plus Phoebe would be in bed. You should've seen her. You never saw a kid prettier than her. Phoebe I mean. She’s so smart, she’s got sort of red hair and in the summer time she puts it behind her ears. I really wanted to shoot the bull with old Phoebe. The best bit is, if you tell her something she knows exactly what you mean. You can take her anywhere. She’s great. You’d like her if you met her.

I went in the Lavender room. It was pretty empty except from a few pimpy looking guys and some whorey looking blondes. I ordered a scotch and soda, but the waiter refused to serve me alcohol. So I just had a coke instead. I met these girls. There was three of them. I danced with all of them. Bernice. Boy, was she dopey, but she was a terrific dancer. I told her she oughta be a pro. But all through the dance she did'nt look at me. She was too busy wonderin when the next celebrity was going to fall through the door. The two ugly ones were called Marty and Laverne. Laverne wasn’t too bad, but let’s just say I would have rather died than have had to dance with Marty. She was terrible. Really terrible. I mean it.