My four-month preggo friend Jenn has come and gone. She's an old buddy from Boston and we used to work together at Le Meridien Hotel (they've since been sold to Langham) many years ago as PR assistants to the phoniest boss imaginable. I've never been a fan of fake laughs and shaky, melodic, nervous voices that try to hide the beast within, and we used to mock her every chance we got. Jenn had a wicked (such a Boston word and one I adopted while I lived there - it's back for the week in honor of Jenn!) impression of her that she'd do frequently to help take the bite off the work days, while I, being 23 and slightly obnoxious and immature, opted to fart in her office and move her "important" papers to places she couldn't find easily while she was in meetings. Fun fun.
So, Jenn rolled in via cab late yesterday afternoon after a meeting in midtown and stayed the night here. She requested Pasta with Sausages & Cream, something she'd been craving since I sent her the recipe (see it HERE), and then we took her on a walk through the West Village and pointed out the homes of celebrities in our 'hood. We stopped at Red Mango for a frozen yogurt before heading back home to watch WEEDS. Fun night, if all too brief. She bolted for LaGuardia at the break of dawn and I hope it isn't another 4 years until we next meet. Last we saw each other, I was walking down a dark NY street on a particularly steamy summer night with a girl a week before my 30th B-Day ... I was curious to try out being a straight boy for one night before I slipped into 30-something-ville ... but THAT'S a whole other post for another time ...
Comments