I went to dinner with a friend today in Nolita. She lives in Long Island City and comes downtown sometimes to dine in my neighborhood. I took her to a cozy little restaurant with good food and bad service and we had a ball. We dined and chatted and as we were leaving she told me that she thinks of me as her perfect city girl. I know a lot of restaurants—not all of course, not yet at least—and I always manage to take her somewhere she’s not been before.
What’s funny about that is that she seems to me to be the perfect city girl. Perfectly stylish and chic, unique and intelligent, interesting but not trying to hard. It’s funny how you can be friends with someone for the same reasons but by different means.
She’s also a musical inspiration. She’s learning to spin records and took on an apprenticeship with a well-known DJ. She’s taking the plunge into the world of late nightclub and bar scenes. On the flip side, I to her am the musician, with my guitar and homemade songs. I am the one that plays, and she to I. We are each other’s flip sides in a way. It’s fun to be something to someone, and they to you, but in such different ways.
