Pizza in the Park

After 11 lovely hours at Lucky, Armita, another intern, and I decided to eat before taking the train home. She grabbed a tuna sandwich and I got a one-inch slice of ham and chicken pizza. Needless to say, she was immediately jealous of my greasy dinner and wanted to throw out her health food and buy a slice. So I shared. After picking up our food we headed to Bryant Park to eat and chit-chat. Considering I work next to the park, it's sad how rarely I go there. I've never gone at night and feel ridiculous for my delayed discovery. It's a block from Times Square but so peaceful and beautiful, perfect for attacking my delicious pizza. We had a good time. Armita is exotic and glamorous, so I didn't expect us to get along as well as we do. Often times I wish I had taken the internship in Cincinnati, but moments like this, eating pizza with types of people that I definitely wouldn't have met in Ohio, make me happy I came.

And now, my friend Tylenol PM and I will be cozying up. I'm hoping our pal drool will join us shortly.

LOVE.