And now for the exciting conclusion to my new soap opera entitled:

"Wha?"

After the previous email exchange, i went out of my way to ignore the very existence of the crazy one. but she forced her way back into my presence by tricking me into getting a drink. (no really, she tricked me by asking what time my friend would be arriving, thereby ensuring her that i could not give any excuse for my time over the next several hours). So we go to have a drink, and in the cab she says "hey no hard feelings, the office is just very busy"... ok fine, so now we don't have to talk about her craziness, AND i get a free drink or two out of the deal.

So we go to get a drink... nice place, kinda trendy, great view... nice. then my friend calls to inform me he will be even later, so el craziola chica asks me if i have plans for dinner. (knowing full well that i now have nothing to do but wait). So i admit that, no, i have no plans. She suggests some place in the village that used to be a speakeasy, cool, hidden, no tourists, etc. So i submit.

As dinnner finishes, i begin gabbing with the finnish people next to me at the joint, and the "crazy" tells them about a great little place to get an after dinner drink to experience a nice new york atmosphere. Ater they leave she tells me we should go meet them there for drink.....


Hmmm, more free drinks, but also more time with crazy.

ok, fine more free drinks.

As we are walking to the new restaraunt (remember this girl is crazy) she says to me (get ready here's the punchline)

"this is the most romantic spot in all of New York."



right.


your honor i rest my case.

-c