I have been friends with each for a long time, but they just recently met through me. I enjoy sharing friends, and take particular pleasure when my friends like each other. You'd think that would always be the case, but, well.... it's not.
Meredith calls me recently and says, "Zelia and I would like to take you out for your birthday before theater." I am deeply touched for a couple of reasons. One, that my friends have decided to celebrate my birthday (which isn't until the 16th), and two, that they have coordinated between themselves to make it happen.
We meet at Cafe Fiorello's, self described as "an institution across the street from Lincoln Center." Given how busy it is at 6pm, you'd think it were a new restaurant, just opened to rave reviews.
We get a booth, and it's as if the three of us have been friends forever. Our conversation quickly moves deeper than the safe, non-intimate stories of politics, NYC-living, and other entertaining topics. By the end of an excellent and indulgent dinner (that would be the large serving of chocolate mousse and homemade whipped cream that I eat 90% of), we are making plans to meet regularly to play Canasta (which I still have to learn).
My face looks fat and round — it's the angle, not the mousse.
The play, Admissions, is a smart, provocative and brave play. It addresses uncomfortable issues about race, quotas, and admission to top schools. We are all engrossed throughout the 100 minute one-act.
I come home feeling lucky to have close friends that I truly love — and lucky that my son is done applying to schools.
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