Lobster & Wine

June 5, 2008

Todd & Ashley were celebrating in a posh restaurant in Yorkville last night. The type of restaurant where Ferraris, Porsches and Bentleys were on the curb outside, while the bar and the patio were filled with business types – old men and sugar mamas, younger guys in ill-fitting suits – and lovely couples were mixed in between them.

T & A just got the keys to their new loft yesterday. They were so excited they went to Tiffany’s and purchased keychains – a heart for her, a tag for him.

They took a seat on the heated patio, right in the front of the restaurant which offered perfect people and car watching. They started with a beer and a strawberry champagne cocktail, and watched the people around them.

A lady in her early fifties was smashed beyond belief at a large table of eight or ten people. She was yelling and laughing, generally having a good time even if it was embarassing to her friends. She wore a knee-length skirt and knee-high boots, but kept her legs wide open. Occasionally she would cross one leg over  another, but a minute later would bring her legs apart again.

T & A shared a cured meat plate, with spiced olives and buffalo ricotta.

An older man with an orange file folder sat at the table next to them. He sat alone with a glass of red wine, he looked as though he was waiting for someone. Another group of business men walked onto the patio. There was a younger business man, in his early thirties, wearing an ill-fitting cheap suit who eventually sat down next to the old man and started talking to him. A short while later a gorgeous blonde in her forties sat across from the old man, she gave him a look. The old man said he didn’t know who the young guy was, that he just sat down and started talking to him. The young guy left without a word.

T & A ordered their meals and a glass of white wine from New Zealand for Ashely. He had the ultimate street burger with frites, and she the lobster risotto. She loved risotto more than anything, for the texture, the comfiness of the food itself. She ordered another glass of wine.

T & A started talking about the people around them.

“Do you think we’ll be like this when we’re older? Wearing True Religion jeans in our forties?” She pondered.

T said, “Definitely.”

The bill was expensive. T said not to worry about it at all – they were celebrating! Enjoy yourself!

T & A walked over to Holt’s, only to find that it was closed. They started walking to their car, but looked in a window of a restaurant, stopped to read the dessert menu, and went in to sit at the bar.

Another glass of wine. A decadent chocolate cake.

Looking around the empty restaurant they realized they were almost alone – except for the bartender and the girl who sat by herself at the bar. T & A started talking to the girl, who had long dark hair and worked close by at another restaurant but came here for drinks after her shift to talk to the bartender.

Ashley was drunk at this point.

The girl went outside for a cigarette and Ashley went out with her – she didn’t smoke, but kept her company. Back inside they started talking about clubs – Atelier had a private party going on, but Lobby was the place to go on Wednesdays.

Ashley had another glass of wine.

Upon the urging of the girl and the bartender, Ashely tried a red wine that she actually enjoyed. She sat there on the bar stool next to her boyfriend, who was making plans for the night to go to Lobby, and she started feeling queasy.

Two trips to the bathroom.

Ashley told Todd it was time to go. Todd obliged and they were off on their way – the girl they had met at the bar said she would call them to meet up at Lobby. Todd asked Ashley, “Does she even have your number? How is she going to call you?” Ashley shrugged and jumped into the car, hoping she wouldn’t have to puke anymore.

Todd had to pull over into a nice neighborhood where Ashley continued to be sick out the car door.

Ashley cozied herself into the car seat, anticipating the drive home. As the pulled into the driveway, Ashley had already slipped off her Manolo’s and ran barefoot through the alley beside their home to the back entrance.

Just before midnight her phone rang but she never answered it.

She spent half the night by the toilet, the other half sleeping in bed with a plastic bag next to her just in case. In the morning she was still sick.

Ashley tried to remember everything that happened last night, she looked at the bottom of her feet and was surprised they weren’t completely dirty. Looking at her phone she had five missed calls. Two from a number she didn’t recognize.

Playing her messages she realized that she HAD given the girl her phone number.

Two gravols later she was at Denny’s reminiscing about the night before with a couple of girlfriends.

She blamed her sickness on the Lobster – not on the wine.