This Sunday, my friend P. from Atlanta came for a visit. We haven't seen each other since 2001 (I believe), right before her wedding, which I unfortunately had to skip because of a family crisis. Now P. is the mother of a very cute baby girl, making a living as a freelance magazine writer. We have the sort of friendship where no matter how long it's been since we've last been in touch that we can pick up as if it we were hanging out regularly.
So we walked around the East Village and L.E.S., got margaritas to go, bought some records from the drunk guy on the street who was selling them straight from the crate (Bangles and Go-Gos), and returned home for happy hour at Chez Fi. After that, we met up with my friend J. for--what else?--karaoke at Sing Sing. Late night burgers and fries were consumed.
Monday, P. had an interview with a fashion designer, but we met up at the Glameteria for lunch. (She got to see Coffee Guy!) It was a little on the early side, so she missed the fashions on parade that are a part of working here.
All in all, an eventful and fun visit. We talked about taking a trip to New Orleans at some point. P. has some ties there, and I have always wanted to go--and now, post-Katrina, am more interested than ever. I think that would be a fabulous trip. Kind of Thelma and Louise without the murder and law evasion.
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