Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I always enjoy meeting my friend Jan for drinks. Not only because I've know her for 7 years now - which is crazy - but she still manages to amuse me with her tales. And, perhaps just as important, she always overpays her share of the bar bill, while I always try to guilt her into thinking she hasn't left enough.
We met at the lovely but ridiculously overpriced M Bar in the Mansfield on West 44th. It's one of those clubby, wood-paneled rooms with a horseshoe-shaped bar and a live jazz combo.
But alas, no happy hour prices. I had 2 glasses of an amusing little Pinot Grigio and one of the house specialty martinis - a concoction of Stoli Vanilla Vodka, French Parfait Amour, Blueberry & Pineapple Juice and Fresh Blueberries - and still managed to get out of there for $32. Good times.
When we were figuring where to meet, and I suggested the M, she looked it up on the web site and emailed me today that she was afraid she was not dressed nicely enough. I was expecting a tee-shirt and ripped jeans but she was fine. (Although I told her if she hadn't been dressed appropriately, I would have just pretended I didn't know her, made her sit on the other side of the bar, and we could have texted all night.)
But the best part is when she imagines she sees celebrities. She was staring at a girl sitting 2 seats down from us and I asked what was going on, and she whispered it was Rachel McAdams. Er, not even close. Not even in the ball park. Then again, this is the same girl who a few years ago froze - and I mean literally froze in her tracks like the proverbial deer in the headlights - with her jaw gaping open, because she thought she saw the blond guy who played Samantha's boyfriend on Sex and the City. Needless to say, another miss.
Posted by J at 10:17 PM
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