I went out to dinner last night, with my dearest friend. We met in the city, and she took me to fabulous Mexican restaurant, that, of course, I never even knew existed. I didn’t even know the building existed.
As we sat in a booth, drinking prosecco, catching up over the last few months, the wait staff – so young, uber-cool and sexy – approached us to ask if we were ready for food. They were brilliant, not pushy, understanding that we had a lot to talk about. They gave us space but kept doing their job, too. A fine balancing act.
Finally, as the lights overhead went dim, we slowed down. Our hungry, rumbling tummies urged us to order. The food divine, the company the best.
Time spent with friends is time spent well.