I arrived, late, to meet
I arrived, late, to meet The NewYorker at the Hudson Hotel. I'd never been - it immediately reminded me of the Delano, obviously. Clearly, peddling the same hipster fantasy.
Up the escalator, around the corner, look at the bar - where the hell is she?
Scan the room, not at a table. God, these people look like very rich, overbuff, very insecure types. The women ooze sex without enjoying it, the men work out too much. A very "so tell me if you have any coke and which boarding school you went to" seeming crowd.
Turn to the bar. There she is. Three diesel dudes talking to her. Lean back and watch for a moment. She's smiling. They're circling. Walk over to the situation, see the look of relief in her eyes. Big kiss in front of the boys. Extra flourish, I think, for their benefit. "Thank God you're here. I almost called you to make sure you'd come rescue me soon." Laugh with her, take her glass of wine and have a sip.
Begin the night.
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