So we made our way, incidentally, to Planet Sushi on Saturday night with friends and were (sort of) fashionably late, but only two of our party was there, seated and pre-emptive with drinks and appetites. We waited for the remainder, less one, to arrive and began with gyoza (shrimp dumplings -- ROCKIN'!), edamame, tempura and seaweed salad and drinks (sake, martinis, grey goose and tonic, etc.). By the time the sushi/sashimi arrived later on, we were all laughing, loose and relaxed. So our nine o'clock din-din wound up keeping us until about one AM, much to the chagrin of the staff of Planet Sushi. Frankly, we all enjoyed it a lot, so if you have a hankerin' for some sushi (and some time to hit a nice spot for a large group on the upper west side), swing by their site and enjoy...I think the URL is www.psushi.com, and I highly recommend their dragon rolls and the gyoza. The spicy salmon roll, not so much...but the rest, ROCKIN! :-)
Need I say it -- the food and the location was great but the company was greater ;-) It's always nice to spend good times with good friends, especially when it's cold outside :-)
Sunday we parted so I could crash and get some rest and she could do some major-league shopping, and we hooked up a little later. When she returned with bags upon bags of new stuff, I couldn't help but smile. We were going to do a museum visit (the Whitney or the Guggenheim) but instead wound up napping for a bit and then braved the snow and the cold to meet for a yummy dinner with a friend of ours at a nearby chinese restaurant (Chef Ho's, another recommendation). Next time, we will do Peking Duck, minus the snow :-)
Monday was a mellow, meandering affair. Frigid NYC temps, frostbitten haze, candles, smiles and laundry, packing and reality set in, but we wound up sitting in bed and doing work from our respective PC's. As the darkness approached, she ended up getting her stuff together and leaving, but despite my notable sadness, I smell her perfume on my sheets and see her lips on my mirror and the adult in me knows she and I will be in each others' arms soon.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow." So doth wrote Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet. I don't think I ever really, truly, understood the meaning behind it until this day. There we were, the two of us, fighting through bronchitis, sniffles, tears, frostbite, traffic, and a hint of wistful heaviness, and we were smiling. The sun was out but was far enough away that we didn't feel much warmth except that which was emanating between us, and we said our goodbyes, knowing that it will be soon, though not nearly soon enough, that we will be together again.
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