Sunday, December 02, 2007
For a jaded New Yorker, a tortured path to triumph
Time has been flying by these days. With coffee with the opera club on Monday night, working late on Tuesday, the opera on Wednesday night (that ended up also being a meeting of a friend’s friend), drinks with Rob Friday night, doing volunteer work at the store on Saturday all day, and then finally meeting Sonya and Matt on Saturday night, it's been a busy week. By the time we’d had Korean BBQ and a beer, it was 9pm and I was completely wiped out. I went home, poured myself into pajamas, and went to bed. Feeling a sickness come on, I stayed in today, siped tea and watched the season's first snow fall.
While I generally like to keep this blog to be all about me, me, me, I must also acknowledge other things in the world. Saturday night’s dinner with Sonya and Matt brought the news that they were engaged. Wow!
I’ve known Sonya for about 8 years now. When we worked together we would either work into the night and ate dinner at the firm together, or would leave work ~8pm, go out to a movie to eat a dinner of popcorn & soda. Neither of us wanted to do anything but sleep at home. We’d roll into work around 10am the next day and start the cycle all over again. We worked hard and were the top analysts with the practice, primarilly because we were didn't want to go home. This went on for years.
At the time, this friendship bordered on therapy because it blossomed during the darkest parts of our lives. We always had our tortured love lives to relate to. She’d had the worst of luck, even when she went to Harvard Business School - prime mating grounds for the elite - she found nothing but pain from lovers and family. I was trying to figure my way out of the twilight of a long-term relationship.
She’s been seeing Matt for two years now. He’s wonderful, intelligent, sociable, polite, curious, a classical music/opera enthusiast, and absolutely adorable. Now they are to be married. Her situation gives me hope that even when the odds are against you, love finds its way in.
While I generally like to keep this blog to be all about me, me, me, I must also acknowledge other things in the world. Saturday night’s dinner with Sonya and Matt brought the news that they were engaged. Wow!
I’ve known Sonya for about 8 years now. When we worked together we would either work into the night and ate dinner at the firm together, or would leave work ~8pm, go out to a movie to eat a dinner of popcorn & soda. Neither of us wanted to do anything but sleep at home. We’d roll into work around 10am the next day and start the cycle all over again. We worked hard and were the top analysts with the practice, primarilly because we were didn't want to go home. This went on for years.
At the time, this friendship bordered on therapy because it blossomed during the darkest parts of our lives. We always had our tortured love lives to relate to. She’d had the worst of luck, even when she went to Harvard Business School - prime mating grounds for the elite - she found nothing but pain from lovers and family. I was trying to figure my way out of the twilight of a long-term relationship.
She’s been seeing Matt for two years now. He’s wonderful, intelligent, sociable, polite, curious, a classical music/opera enthusiast, and absolutely adorable. Now they are to be married. Her situation gives me hope that even when the odds are against you, love finds its way in.
# posted by otas : 7:43 PM
