I fear lately that our slow divulgance of the secret of our secret lunch blog means that the posts have to satisfy all you, friends and family, of ours out there. We can't just ramble. We can't repeat. Because on the off chance that you've grown to appreciate this tribute to the triviality of our little lives, I for one don't want to leave you bored and mocking. It is hard, I tell you, very hard to come up with meaningful things to write in the confines of this here gray box. Let alone word them eloquently. So please forgive the occasional lapses in recent weeks, be they simple lack of content or days entirely.
But today, the doors to the park were flung widely open and save a bit of wind, the day was perfect! There was space and peaceful quiet and plenty of food from DiBruno Brothers. The only newcomer to our spread was a small container of Tomato Soup with Rice, which was vegetarian and soup and therefore irresistable at the counter. The deli girl was so sweet. When I asked whether the soup was made with chicken stock or vegetable broth, she went to check the ingredients in the cookbook to make sure. After a few moments, she turned around with a huge smile on her face to say, "You're safe! It's totally vegetarian!" She looked downright fucking gleeful. And I was the one who got to have some soup! I couldn't even return the expression because my mouth was so full of free dip samples.
The soup was good, but awfully sweet for tomato soup and I saved most of it for lunch tomorrow along with half of my wrap--holey, in fact, not holy. I was juggling feta and cabbage with both hands. Kate and Karina made out pretty well also: Orzo salad, bean salad and tomato basil mozzarella stacks. Foodly, we were very well off.
At some point during our lunch, I overheard a threesome of women come into the park and sit down. One woman introduced to the other two, "this is my favorite place to eat lunch!" I smiled to myself, happy at her excitement. Our lunch club went on to discuss boys who lack integrity. Those boys who don't realize how incredible an opportunity they have before them when they are making out with a girl who is smarter and hotter and better than him in every single way, but who inevitably act as though said girl is only one in his string of girl pearls. A pox on them! You might say that it was mostly me being judgmental (as usual), followed by varied levels of gossiping (also, as usual). ALso in news, Karina's and my boss will be on the vacation train all of next week! Hoorah!
Kate departed shortly before 2, as did Karina. I stayed on to read ten more pages of the Catcher in the Rye (My first time reading it, and I must admit that its a goddamn helluva book. Helluva read.) And one more thing worthy of mention: the threesome of ladies? I heard one of the newcomers say on her way out of the park, "I think this is the best lunch I've had all year!" We exchanged a warm smile as she passed; needless to say, I certainly understood.
Have you heard? Lunch might be the new happy hour? In more ways than one...