It was a chilly Saturday. I met up with Chris #1 in front of the library. He had an interesting and colorful sweater on. His curly hair was rumpled. He had a slight beard growing. Looking frazzled, a bit tortured; yet happy. He had gotten a handsome man in front of the library to pose for his photography.
He was beaming proudly on the steps of the Brooklyn library. We were both meeting another mutual friend, Chris #2 for brunch. Rosewater Restaurant in Park Slope. Delicious, yummy, decadent food. Did I mention that they have divine Bloody Marys and Sangrias? As well as their crunchy and mealy fluke cake?
No, no. I haven't mentioned that either.
Nice to know that Chris #2 is falling in love. Or interested in the idea of love.
Perhaps that Marvin Gaye album the last time I saw him, the one that had been playing in the background in the Ft. Greene eatery were at, had rubbed off on him. The power of music to be quite telepathic and karmic. "Falling in Love Again" from December to falling in love in March. A cold, blustery day.
Afterwards, a snack at Milk Bar. Croissant. Coffee. Chocolate chip cookie. Yummy. And very bad of me. Things I miss about Brooklyn. Snacking with friends you like. Friendly waitresses.
Then eventually, the day must end, right? We move on.
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