The ‘Fitting’
“We had a fitting,” she said, eyes twinkling, taking a slow sip of steaming Cabernet.
I marveled that, by choice, my old neighbor and I were relaxing in the shadows of Penn Station, in a bar that all but specialized in hot alcoholic drinks—but only in the summer, mind you, forget those wintertime visions of hot wassal.
“And because things went so well, we took the plunge.”
“A fitting? Are we talking about your bridesmaid’s dress again?” Confusion and warm wine—tasting of jam, minus the childhood satisfaction—were my companions after a day of literary solitude in the apartment. PAGING: Algonquin round table. PAGING: New York intelligentsia. Where are you?
“Not a dress, a guy. I’m telling you about my new guy.”
“So what’s a ‘fitting’?”
“You know…” she said, peering into the great jammy depths of her cheap Australian import.
The wide eyes and pursed lips meant that she was either searching her liquid crystal ball for a modicum of restraint or about to start in on her favorite subject—sex.
(so what was my neighbor referring to? back after the weekend…)
June 30th, 2006 at 3:04 pm
Crap. This is like the ‘Dallas’ cliffhanger (without the t-shirts and kitsch).
So help me God if you give us some nonsense like she fell out of her chair as a result of the hot alcohol and balmy weather, you will have one UPSET reader.
June 30th, 2006 at 4:30 pm
In penury parvenu–you make me raff!
Love the suspense Belle. Have a great weekend!
xo, L
July 1st, 2006 at 12:32 am
HA the Dallas cliffhanger is right on.
This type of suspense is utterly uncalled for!
July 1st, 2006 at 9:09 am
kids, kids, kids! i’ll be back soon!
July 3rd, 2006 at 9:48 am
“peering into the great jammy depths of her cheap Australian import”
what a wonderful line! I can almost feel the cheap wine headache coming on…
July 3rd, 2006 at 4:13 pm
After a recent NY visit, I am reminded of why you adore the Big Apple, Belle.
I may have to relocate and rename my blog!
July 3rd, 2006 at 11:18 pm
Hmm. Intriguing!
All this talk about “fitting” and “size” makes me think she’s about to plunge her hand down the front of his pants and root around.
Which, come to think of it, would save a lot of exasperation later.
Was it Yellow Tail?
July 4th, 2006 at 6:14 am
4th July: Happy Independence Day!
July 6th, 2006 at 4:32 pm
It most have been Yellow Tail