on a date in the village.

i love most the nights where we start conversations on a walk that carry us through dinner. on this particular night, we walked from fifth avenue, through washington square, to see a film at the angelika, eastward across the village, to supper for red wine & lemon spaghetti, into a cab headed north.

i love our adventures in our city, and that i have a comrade in it all -- this best friend of mine who, come fall, is going to be my husband. the words alone make me giddy.