of the don’t-want-to-look-but-can’t-turn-away-like-a-12-car-pile-up in the front row at michael angel.
i’m afraid i popped a blood vessel in my brain trying to figure out who the chick next to kelly was. also, charlotte is sean’s girlfriend and once told new york magazine that in the summers she and her friends “go upstate to this amazing nature preserve and share clothes and money in this utopian way,” which makes me gag, and also one time she saved a deer and talked about it: “We found it on the side of the road. It was foaming and bloody, and we laid on it and hugged and stroked it. It got up twenty minutes later; it had regained its energy.”