Friday you leave the office at 6pm and run home. Well, run home right after you pay for yet another pair of boots. The shoe addiction is deadly; frankly very soon you might have to use the refrigerator and the oven to accomodate your purchases. The boots are so lovely, though. Soft, brown, italian leather, just right length and shape. They make you happy.
New shoes and weekend ahead. As soon as you open the door and are ready to take your clothes off, F calls. You hesitate for a moment. Tea and a movie at home or series of drinks and socializing. You figure there will be plenty of tea and movies when you're old and wrinkled.
Quick change of clothes and you shut the door behind you. The pinot noir warms you up, F. chats about everything and nothing, and you nibble on food.
212 Restaurant
133 E 65th St
New York City, NY 10021
