TWO DAYS LATER…
Blair: So, have you talked to Ted from Atlanta?
Blair: Did you guys hook up?
Blair: So why did you even tell me about him then?
Clair: You asked if I met a man.
Blair: I think I’m in love with my spin instructor.
Clair: God, you need a hobby. I knew you and Jason stopped fucking. I could feel it.
Blair: Relationships are complicated, something you know nothing about.
Clair: We should still hike the John Muir trail from Wild, quit our jobs and just do it for 90 days. I could finally teach you transcendental meditation.
Blair: Oh you have a job now?
Clair: I’m computer coding again.
Blair: Do you know how to do that even slightly?
Clair: Why don’t you wanna hike the John Muir trail? I would think you’d be very interested in something that burns so many calories.
Blair: Ha ha ha, hysterical, are you a comedian or something? I’m a serious writer. In fact, I get paid for it. How much do you make doing comedy?
Clair: You should take Jason to a strip club and buy him a lap dance. Maybe that’s just what he needs to get the little guy up again? I went to one in Atlanta called the Clermont Lounge where all the ladies are the age of grandmas.
Blair: Of course you did.
Clair: This stripper named Little Bo Peep pulled me aside and told me I looked too pure and innocent to be in such a place.
Blair: She must have been very old. And blind. And not at all there.
Clair: I told her I’ve done a bunch of mushrooms.
Blair: What is wrong with you?
Clair: Gotta run. Enjoy spin class and the lust in your heart for your clearly homosexual instructor.