Paprika is an excellent restaurant in St. Mark’s. Prior to NYC’s ban on brunch-time bottomless drinks, Andrea and I had bottomless mimosas to accompany our delicious entrees. It’s a tiny spot, but we didn’t have to wait since we were both running late. The staff didn’t mind that we lingered to catch up (and enjoy too many mimosas) before she had to take the bus back to D.C. and I had to meet up with Ceddy to catch our flight home.
During junior year of college, I visited Andrea in New York for Halloween. I was Minnie Mouse and she was Toad (from the Mario video games).
During spring break of senior year, I visited Andrea in New York. Over the next few days, we wandered the MoMA and went happy hour hopping. We hung out on her apartment building rooftop and dyed Easter eggs with her roommates. We went clubbing and dined at awesome restaurants. On my last night in town, we brainstormed what to do next.
“Going to an art museum, eating delicious food — ”
“– clubbing and drinking — ”
” — are very classic us activities. We should try something different.”
“You’ve never been to a basketball game.”
“True! Plus, we’ve never gone to a sporting event together!”
“Probably because you call games sporting events.”
“We totally would’ve made it to the LSU game if we hadn’t tailgated too hard.”
“I’m not sure what did us in — the alcoholic watermelon or the shots.”
“The Knicks website says there’s a game tonight! Are the cheapest tickets okay?”
“Yeah! We’re going for the experience, not to watch from the best seats.”
I made Andrea’s favorite dish (spaghetti pie), which we ate to soak up several bottles of wine. Equally full and drunk, we headed to Madison Square Garden. After stumbling up to the box office, Andrea leaned on the counter. I stood beside her.
“Hi! We bought tickets for tonight’s game online. The website said we could pick them up here?”
The cashier raised his eyebrows. “Tonight’s game? Not this weekend’s?”
“Tonight’s game is in San Antonio.”
“You should always check that it’s a home game and not an away game.”
“Oops!” She shrugged, giggling.
Andrea still hasn’t been to a basketball game.