She got the 15 dollar Belgian beers, I got the crepes next door. We ran into my friends, met up with hers.
We were out. In that grown-up, night-time sense of the word.
Not to go shopping or to book plane tickets to Barcelona. Not to meet up for lunch on campus.
In the context of what it was, it was quite possibly the most adult thing I had done up until that point.
We talked about men, over drinks in a New York City speakeasy. I imagine it was very Sex and the City, had I ever cared to have seen that show.
But that's what we were doing. Laughing over drinks in the East Village, me and the older sister who wouldn't let me borrow her Reel Big Fish CD in middle school.
-- Carolina Hidalgo
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