First, I noticed on Facebook that one of my best friends from high-school (and primary school for that matter) was in New York for the hairdressing Olympics. I extended the invitation for her - Lyndal - to meet me in Greenacre Park for a free coffee and a chat. We ended up talking for 2 hours, despite the freezing weather, and it was just like old times. There was A LOT to catch up on seeing as Lyndal has had a child and a marriage in the interim and I now live in New York. We met up with her husband Bradley outside Moma and, due to my lack of bar-knowledge in the city, we ended up at Blockheads drinking $4 margaritas. Thank god for Blockheads. Two drinks later and I had to head off to a press screening of Melancholia. Now that was a head f**k. I do not recommend watching that film on the tipsy side. Although the liquid courage enabled me to strike up a conversation with a critic I've seen around. I'm not sure if I made a friend or if he thought I was a drunk idiot. Time will tell.
I have been feeling a little starved for friend attention lately as Scott is MIA, working hard on his new life. When the opportunity to see Lyndal and the Bradley came up again I jumped at it. Both Timon and I were working Saturday so I arranged to meet them in the west village after 5pm. The bar I picked off the internet was tiny and packed so we ended up at Mole for, you guessed it, happy hour margaritas. We spent a few hours hogging the bar and getting progressively smashed-er and telling all kinds of stories. Then I decided we needed dumplings. Note to self: perhaps don't eat dumplings when you are drunk because you ignore how hot they are and how spicy Siracha is and you end up with chapped lips. Probably also wise to avoid shopping at Forever 21! It was a totally rad night, one I'm keen to repeat back home.
The next week saw the arrival of one Emily Tantau. Esteemed Blockbuster colleague and wino friend of Lucy, Emily had been touring the States and was finishing up in Harlem. Unfortunately but not surprising (after 3 weeks of non-stop partying and travel) she was sick as a dog. After a rather fancy lunch date at Per se (not me!), Emily found her way to our apartment and hung around eating pasta bake and watching the food network. the next morning I was infested with sick germs, although to be fair they probably came from somewhere else. It was kinda scary though as I'd only seen Contagion the week before!! Em and a couple of her travel buddies made their way onto the set of Jimmy Fallon that afternoon so I went up to her Harlem digs to watch the show. Timon joined us after work and we ate dodgy 24hour buffet food and drank lots of wine (to dry up my nose you see). I definitely wish I could have spent more time with her, but I'd arranged the Niagara trip so we bade her farewell on Monday night.
Who's next I wonder???
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