Summer draws to a close and our friends Ingyin and Yosi prepare to return to Abu Dhabi and to the new term at NYU Abu Dhabi’s Physics Department. Not quite yet, but too soon. So we planned a fancy dinner while we still had time, and started with drinks out on our balcony.
The Union Square Farmers’ Market groans with stone-fruit. Wasps buzz around stalls laden with peaches, It’s been a long day apartment hunting ahead of our September 3rd move out deadline. And frankly, it’s not been any fun whatsoever. I load my bag with kilos of plums and apricots, and head home to make cake.
I work at the kind of office where people all have titles like Senior Business Head of Global Creativity Strategy, and suchlike, so I didn’t guess when I was re-writing Tom’s bio, that he was in fact, seriously senior. Kind of my boss’s boss senior. Conversation turned, as conversations do, to beer pong. “You any good?” he asked.
“Absolutely!” I replied with confidence, thinking back to my 2 summers-ago victory at throwing beanbags into a board with holes in it. Continue reading
Jon and I recently went on a weekend excursion to Boston, when he took off his shirt to reveal – “Oh God! What did you do to yourself! Oh GOD!” I said. Continue reading
Jon and I have been ships that pass in the night recently. Me to London, him to Rio. When I got back to our apartment, tired and cranky, I discovered that he’d put milk in the fridge for me, a vase of flowers on the table, and a Cronut in the fridge.
Either he loves me very much, or, he’s totally having an affair.
My dad was in town for a week of ballet, baseball, jazz, and edgy downtown sketch comedy. Spot the odd one out.
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My office is near Union Square, which means I can walk to work every morning. In the rain and the snow, this lacks a certain charm, but in the sunshine, life is lovely. Continue reading
We were drinking cocktails in a bar on a weeknight – I know, life choices – when we overheard two girls talking; “Damn girl, you been working out?!”
The second girl had indeed been working out, and was happy to share the details, loudly, with her friend and half the bar.
“My ass is so tight now! Men are gonna want to hit that.”
July 4th approaches, and my friend Jen sends out the following email to the group of friends who are gathering by the river to watch the fireworks, “we’re doing burgers, and hotdogs, Kate’s bringing a flag cake …”
Did I tell them that? I wonder. But that’s the thing about these sorts of holidays. Anything you do twice is suddenly a set in stone tradition.
First sunny weekend without thunder, Jon and I hit up the Union Square farmers’ market and planted herbs on the balcony. A few days later, and already the basil is thriving in the sunshine, bushing out, bursting upwards, to the manor born.