August 17th, 1991
At home, England
It’s not often we get two nights in New York so I made the most of it by doing some sightseeing (Empire State with Deidre, who’d never been) window shopping at Saks and Bloomingdales, eating and lots of walking, but the best part was seeing Christopher.
He met me at the Lex (crew hotel) the first night, then we headed out into the crowd. For some reason, we always seem to land in some dodgy bar, which, considering his breeding I find amusing. We talked nonstop about life and love, the usual. He and Laurie are getting married next year and he said he wishes they could “just head down to the islands somewhere and make it official.” Christopher isn’t one for crowds, another aspect of him I find interesting, considering where he lives!
“What’s happening with you?” he said, peering over a hearty pint of Guinness.
“Where to begin?” I laughed.
“Done and dusted.”
“Ongoing. Not in a good way.”
“Uh-oh,” he uttered, licking froth from his top lip. “You still got it bad for him, huh?”
“I’m trying hard to shake him off.”
He raised an eyebrow. “By sleeping with him?”
“I know, I know,” I said, throwing my hands up. “What can I say? I get lonely!”
“Understood. And William?”
“You might need another pint for that.”
“That crazy, huh?”
“It’s not so much him, it’s just, I…I don’t see myself living where he’s stationed.”
I nodded. “You know I went, right? Did you get my postcard?”
“I did, yeah. Mass is awesome, I think you’d be good there-”
“I’d be better here.”
He shook his head. “The city isn’t great for raising kids.”
“Who said anything about kids?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Anyway, it feels like a barrier. A huge one.”
“When are you seeing him again?”
“Probably not for a while. I’m going to Spain with my mum, then I’m a bridesmaid at my friend Sarah’s wedding.”
He lowered his voice. “Ugly dress?”
We cracked up laughing.
“How many bridesmaids is Laurie having?”
Christopher took a long draw of his pint before placing it on the table. “Ten.”
“Yup, which means I gotta come up with ten guys to kinda even it all out.”
“Phew, that’s a lot.”
“Sure is. I only got a few close buddies and you’re one of ‘em. How do you look in a suit?” “Probably better than I do in a frumpy frock.”
He laughed. “More wine? Or..” He tilted his head and grinned. “You ready for some tequila?”
“Ahhhh,” I smirked. “You know me so well.”