“You can always come by during the day to pick up your ticket at the box office.”
I looked at her blankly for a moment before replying, “I have a job.”
With that, Kiki and I left the cinemas, once again turned away from the prospect of seeing a free sneak preview. Sneak previews are mellifluous temptations, but I have yet to actually see a free film. There’s something wrong in this equation. Perhaps I ought to give it up entirely, but there’s something that prevents me. I will get there one day.
No matter. We were in the heart of Yorkville with the entire evening stretching out in front of us. Neither of us really wanted to see anything else (although I have yet to see the spectacle that is Avatar) so we headed across the street and into Hemingway’s.
We ordered appetizers and beer and proceeded to shoot the shit for the next three hours, reveling in each other’s company, reminiscing about spent days and strange nights. In general, reminding each other why we’re friends.
Both of us have been so busy, and the weather has been so miserable, that it’s not hard to see why we’ve lost touch despite working only a scant twenty feet away from each other. So it was hard to say goodbye last night and return to the everyday drudgery. The same in-and-out (there’s a joke in there somewhere.)
The good news is that it’s not the last time. Sure, these nights may be few and far between right now, but neither of us is going anywhere. Kiki and I? We’re friends for life.