Regardless, today was a day where I thought I would pick this puppy up again.
So, for the past solid six months the majority of my meals have taken place at work. Tis how it goes folks. But, I would like to take a small moment to tip the hat towards the fine gentlemen of the united kingdom. Well, really just for a group of four specific lads. Our chance meeting went like so....
Post afternoon in Notting Hill one Saturday after having one's fill of oysters and Guinness, we ventured to a recommended bar nearby to settle in with some wine, loud laughter and good stories as we were formerly an all NYC group who had been missing out on some good QT.
Notable moment #1: Emily decides that the group of four gentlemen next to us are only interested in people of their same gender. The giveaway? They are drinking champagne. Is this discrimination? Of course it is. Naturally. We make it challenging, you know,
Notable moment #2: Ashley to Sarah.... "Get involved. I hear accents." Sarah to Ashley..."You're an idiot. We are in London."
A sad exchange of verbs and nouns later .... we ended up actually getting involved, having a conversation and being invited back to the flat of this hodgepodge of new friends. A spainard behind the wheel of a Vespa, an Italian who claimed to have mama's secret recipes (read: confidence to stir garlic and tomatoes together) and a few others that one can't possibly be bothered to remember guided us "home". Notably, one very specific soul did wear a full denim outfit, not unlike Brit Brit and JT in the late nineties. This may have possibly occurred at the MTV Movie Awards. Possibly.
At the end of the day, as we were exploring their six floor, six bedroom spread that I could park many of my NY apartment into... We were getting quite comfortable with the idea of sharing some al dente carbohydrates with one another... until. Until three sisters who all clearly were related to Penelope Cruz, that clearly offensive looking child, walked in.
Suddenly a group of ladies who had been out for a few hours looked... Dare I say.... Worn?
So, what was the mature response?
Well first, eat the pasta.
Then, mock the queen mother and in the same moment laugh at the Kate and Prince William picture pinned to the fridge.
And, best not forget to layer in some accidental thievery and take someones camera. And as a final act of ladydom, make a break for it.
Lesson learned? Sometimes a meal at your desk is the more dignified way to go.
Who knew?
