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| Blair, Evan, and Me |
My friend Audrey got me into a party at the W Hotel in Hollywood. I looooooooove the W hotel, let me tell you. We all showed up wearing black. This party was a sweet sixteen hosted by a record label. The girl who was turning sixteen, Darla, had hair like the nicest shade of purple I have ever seen. She got a portia from the record label. There were so many punk bands. Boys with ripped jeans, black hair, black fingernails. Cool party, even if I barely knew anyone.
