Wednesday night, my good friend Caroline and I headed out to Brooklyn for an evening of fun and fabulous food at our Quinn & Co. galpal Morgan’s abode.
One of the most well-matched, likeable couples you could ever hope to meet, Morgan and Arthur treated us and a handful of friends to a scrumptious homemade meal that included two kinds of quiche, chocolate pie and, bien sur, plenty of wine and cheese. It’s no accident that the French are renowned for their hospitality.
Joined by Morgan’s lovely galpals Prune and Judith, we toasted with a round of cosmos before settling in for the evening’s main event — a “Sex And The City” marathon.
The men played cards as we curled up with season one of SATC which, outdated hair and fashion notwithstanding, holds up surprisingly well a decade later. Or maybe it’s just, now that I’m a mid-thirtysomething single, I relate to Carrie & Co. on a more visceral level than I used to.
Whatever the case may be, one thing’s for sure. Like a pitcher of cosmos, laughter and good food are infinitely more enjoyable when experienced with your girlfriends.