Honestly, I thought he was a little small for safety. But that's the Ivy League for you.
fek:
I’m sure 99 said some shit to him at some point, but I was far more sober than I’d ever - ever - been with this crowd. I felt capillaries bursting in my face from all the meta. Not many things are “too much” for me. I think I finally found my threshold.
Actually, I only got to try. I was in the midst of asking him if he ever consulted Ben Kunkel on how to handle bad press when Andrew did the meanest thing he’s ever done to Keith: he found the only person who looked like they were a native to the scene, a drunken and (and this is fairly put, really, she was an archtype) blowsy Russian woman and dumped her on him with the pronouncement: “He’s Russian too!”. She proceeded to show us every photo on her Blackberry (Eli: “I would masturbate to that; but not on your Blackberry, that would be rude.”) why fairly clinging to Keith and jabbering in some nonstop patois that I took to be white trash Russian. When bidding (and dude, I was telling you it was okay to bid it up, and that I wouldn’t leaving you hanging for the tab because I know you are one of the poors) for the book, she asked me if I was rich, or employed (must have been the latter, because I never lay claim to the former), and I said something that resulted in a invite to taking her to the Hamptons this weekend, likely to result in more camera phone photos for Eli to rub one out over.