Battery Park vacation

For dinner I had fried calamari with french fries. I had just biked fifteen miles and met Guillemette on the tip of the island. She had suggested we meet at the Winter Garden for a drink by the harbor. She was in the middle of a run and had four more miles after our drink. I started with and ice tea, and she a diet Coke. Then she ordered the fries. Looking at the menu, I saw the calamari. G said she had ordered them before, but couldn't remember if they were really super good or really super bad. All that was left were the crumbs.

We sat by a fountain, a flat sheet of water that overflowed into another pool. The sun disappeared behind clouds as we looked out over the small harbor. Looking at the people around us, G said she felt like we were on vacation. "Why do I get the feeling we're the only two here who didn't spend the afternoon at Madame Tussaud's?" she asked.

After the table had been cleared, the waitress dropped off dessert menus. We sent them back. "I think we're done here," G said, considering our meal a new training regimen. I told her that our meal just undid all the exercise I had done. She said she had revised her opinion of exercise. As long as you look firmed and toned, she suggested, the rest doesn't matter. Posted by eku at July 6, 2004 10:26 AM