June 24th, 1990

June 24th, 1990

Flight from MAN – JFK

Lexington Hotel, New York

After clubbing ‘til the wee hours, I fantasized (all the way across the Atlantic!) about a quiet night in but I already told Christopher I’d be returning to the city, so I rang him to firm up the plans.

Caught a cab to Greenwich Village with Jane and Amanda (Caroline wanted to stay in and ring her new French beau.) Christopher and his friend Issac were already seated and no sooner had we sat down, when Issac ordered not one but three bottles of Champagne.

“One for each British beauty,” he said with a wink then began regaling us with tales of his work on Wall Street, most of which involved some type of what I’ll call, “Excess.” I couldn’t help but notice Amanda hanging on his every word and the fact that their bodies grew ever closer with each passing hour.

With Issac dominating the conversation, I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Christopher, so once we were outside he asked if we’d like to continue on somewhere for a nightcap.

“That’s sweet of you, thanks,” Amanda said. “But Issac wants to take me to a jazz club so I’ll see you in the morning girls.”

Jane’s mouth fell open and I loved the smirk that flashed across Christopher’s face.

“You guys have a good night,” he said, as Issac and Amanda piled into the back seat of a yellow cab.

“Wow,” Jane uttered. “Didn’t she tell us just the other day how much she hates men?”

“Apparently not all of them,” I laughed.

“Should we follow them?” Christopher said, cracking up.

“If I wasn’t so tired I’d say yes but…”

“I’d say the same,” Jane said, “if last night hadn’t been so late.”

Christopher gave me a questioning look.

“We went out clubbing, long story, short sleep. By the way, thank you for dinner, Christopher.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jane said. “That place was amazing.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I’ve been coming here for years. So, are you guys heading back to the hotel?”

I looked at Jane. “Eh, yes, I am.”

“Me too,” she said, attempting to stifle a yawn.

“What time do you guys leave tomorrow?”

“Call time is four,” I said.

“Wanna grab some lunch before you head outta town?”

“I’d love to, where?”

“You pick.”

“Ehm, how about someplace in or around Central Park?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “And Jane, you’re welcome to join us.”

“That’s ok,” she said. “I think you two have some catching up to do.” Fortunately, Christopher was too busy hailing a cab to notice her comical expression. The cab pulled up and Jane and Christopher said their goodbyes.

“So,” he said, kissing my cheek. “When and where are we meeting?”

“By the Sophie Loeb fountain,” I said, sliding into the back seat beside Jane.

Christopher nodded his head and closed the door.

“At noon,” I said, sticking my head out the window, just as the cab pulled out.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s