Friday Night Plans

DAY 4

of the 30-Day Blog Challenge, 2011

I've just downloaded the Blogpress app for the iPad and I'm typing this at a Starbucks café. This will be a picture-free post as I am still working my way through the app. I will also apologize in advance if you spot any typos because I have yet to really get the hang of using the very flat keyboard of the iPad (at least it makes that crunchy sound I like!). Obviously, I am trying to make good with my 30-day Blog Challenge, so here I am, on a Friday night, tip-tapping away.

Now, I wasn't trying to make that sound like I was missing out. On the contrary, I rarely ever go out on Friday nights. I would rather be home in bed or at my desk, catching up on favorite TV shows like White Collar, Burn Notice, and as of recently, Suits (that show is super duper cool!). I easily get bored going to bars, and the only person I really would like to have dinner with on a Friday night is my husband. It's nothing personal, and my friends may already have come to understand. You see, I like to eat alone so I can quietly—and intensely—savor what I'm eating. Now, my husband finds humor in the way I eat (that's why I love him!), so what normally happens is he'll laugh at the way I "internalize" the very delicious chicken burger from Charlie's, and then he'll watch the basketball game showing on the flat screen TV across the table at the restaurant. And then we'll share a turtle pie and life is good.

Tonight though, is an exception. I'm going to my good friend Kat's despedida/going-away party (sniff!). Kat has been integral to my second move to New York City. Whereas my first move was marked by homesickness and a yearning for the friends I'd left at my old job, this time around, Kat made it feel like we were just Cosmo editors again, maneuvering our way into this big city, and carving careers out of the opportunities that have come our way.

Kat was also instrumental in helping me land the job that I have now, although I'd rather not talk about that here and now. Weird as it may sound, I'd like to keep the details of my day job, private.

Also, if it weren't for my friend, I wouldn't have discovered the beautiful borough that is Brooklyn. Her first apartment was my jump-off point when this second move happened, and her next apartment, also in Brooklyn, became a comforting refuge when I wanted some quiet time to write, or relax, or simply be in positive company. When I found my apartment in the Bronx (another misunderstood borough, if I may add), she helped me load up the town car and carry boxes up the elevator and into my new home.

I have many other things to share about Kat and our friendship, like how the other night I told her that I felt guilty for being such a passive friend and that I never inititiated meeting up. It's just that—I guess—it was enough for me to know that she lived in the same town. She told me not to worry about it, "I know who you are," she said.

So, I will stop here first. Now, Kat's journey is taking her to another country. While I am sad to see her leave, I am happy for this next chapter in her life. So, off I go to celebrate with a dear, dear friend, and with other people whose lives were also touched by her positivity and happy energy.