My neighbor invited me over for wine and cheese after leaving a post-it on my door.
CAN YOU COME OVER AT AROUND 6???
CAN I? YOU BET.
Moments after discovering her tiny invite, on my way to Duane Reade, I ran into Miss Mimi in the hall. I was wearing my flannel pajamas beneath a really big coat.
“I’ll come over soon, have to run around the corner then need to change.”
“Cause I’m sneaking out in my, what I call, writing pants, and might be just a little too casual.”
“Oh phooey,” said the 85 year-old. I don’t expect you to come in a tux.”
Hmm…a tux? Have I given off a manly scent? Of course, it could be the Old Spice I keep in the bathroom…reminds me of my dad.
So I was back in a jiffy with some fruit from the vendor…can’t show up empty handed after all… what would Connecticut say, where I found my hostess popping a cork of white she informs me she buys by the case. Atta girl. Ordering spirits in bulk is the way to travel alright.
Her house formally decorated, is the opposite of mine, like one of those roped off museum rooms with antiques and grand masters gracing the walls. No framed magazine covers for this lady. She had a small wheel of brie with crackers on the coffee table with coasters depicting the Alps. We sat on the couch side by side so I could hear her.
With me in my J. Crew writing togs, I admired how nice she looked in her Waspy attire. A silk white blouse tucked into navy blue slacks pressed to a T . A long glistening strand of pearls, gold clips fastened to her ears. Her one fashion slip were her slippers…Isotoners, if I’m not mistaken.
She sat and talked while handing me at least a dozen crackers with cheese she crowed over…goat brie it was called. I’m always very relaxed when it comes to food, especially when I’m drinking, so being fed like a monkey really didn’t bother me.
I was just very happy she asked me over after her declaration of…NO MORE GIFTS…see post. It’s Just My Way. https://athingirl.com/2016/02/16/
“You know Mimi,” I said as she poured us more wine. “we’re gonna be great friends. Coupla single girls livin on the same floor. Bet you could teach me a thing or two about men.”
She pondered this for a second before saying, “I believe I could, and I’m always interested in meeting someone new.”
“Okay, so if I meet anyone I like, I’ll ask them if they have a father.”
“Make that grandfather, and I’ll drink to that,” she said, her pearls rocking to and fro like a shimmering swing.