Thursday, October 18, 2007
strangers on a train
When I realized the train arrived in NYC at the same time the party Fred was hosting was about to start, I told him I'd meet him at the restaurant. When getting a taxi at 5:45pm proved much harder than expected he was so sweet and told me to just get there when I could, and if I ran out of time, enjoy taking photos, I had money with me and common sense, and I could just take the train back home. He was right, and it took so much pressue off.
But I was already in my little black dress and heels and the dinner sounded really good, and I knew he had a limo for the ride home. Why let him go alone, I gave up on photo taken and found my way to this uptown restaurant. It was wonderful. I think we both napped the hour and a half drive home, full from an amazing dinner, stimulating conversation and a little bit of wine. The driver never speaking a word, a tiny orange cresent moon at the horizon the entire way.