The Basement

Now Erin and Whitney are wandering around the reservoir in Central Park. Jay is sending Whitney mixed signals, she reports. The signals are a mix of “I’d like my shitty band to be on TV” and “you’re a remarkably easily manipulable moron.” Or… is she? (Is she?)

Then their conversation dissolves into bird calls. “It seems like we’re totally figuring everything out in New York,” says Erin, “except the boys, gobble gobble.” They couldn’t find their way from the Jackie O reservoir back to their depressing apartments without town cars. If they tried it on foot they’d both end up falling through the ice of the Wollman Rink.

We kinda got distracted here for a minute, and then Erin said something like “that, street meat, blog and a taxi.” We may have misheard that but really what difference can it make because everything Erin says is just a list of words.

(via Gawker)