he was interviewing.
i was taggin' along, as usual.
the first night we were laying in bed. i was on the left side. chris was on the right.
i was reading people magazine. chris was reading people magazine.
i thought to myself how much i love chris that he will read people magazine with me. he is awesome.
so i said:"is this how it's going to be when we retire? us reading people together in bed? in new york?"
chris said: "exactly. in the trump hotel too. getting turn down service and chocolates."
i replied: "could we live together in one room?"
he said: "in a motel? that wont happen."
i said: "i KNOW that wont happen. i wasn't saying that would happen. i was saying could we survive a one room apartment together. maybe it would have to be two rooms; his and hers. but i could do a hotel for a year. room service. laundry service. car service."
the next day we had plans to meet a friend of chris' from high school. i didn't make it. didn't make it out of the hotel room either. got sick.
i sat in bed, staring out the window and thought how much i love new york city.
the people. the hustle and bustle. the flowers on the corner. good food. crazy streets. tall buildings.
i would get fresh flowers every day.
or maybe i would have the concierge do it for me.
because we will be in a hotel.
right chris?
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