I had the day off from work, and no real plans, so my friend Kimo decided I would be spending the day with him doing something. I had no idea what, and he always refuses to tell me in advance. But that’s part of what makes spending time with him fun.
My day started with sleeping in. So it was off to a perfect start.
I met Kimo at Herald Square where he proceeded to guide me throughout the area until we reached our destination. But along the way I fell in love with the most perfect man in the world. He was tall. He was tan. He was toned. He was quiet and would never talk back. And he was missing a hand, so he would never hit me. It was love at first sight.
His hand wasn’t the only thing he was missing, so I decided perhaps he wasn’t the perfect man for me, but if I was 35 and still single, I would come back for him.
Our first stop ended up being a flea market in Hell’s Kitchen where we just casually browsed the booths and enjoyed looking around. Kimo was looking for a hall table, because he’s a closeted interior designer and if I ever have enough money to REALLY decorate my home, I would want his help.
We stopped into a restaurant next door to the flea market where Kevin and I used to go to Sunday brunch a lot. We bellied up to the bar to get a beverage, and the bartender invented a drink on the fly for me. Since I know nothing about alcohol I will never remember what was in it, but I know it had some unsweetened tea and some ginger. While I wanted to name it after myself, I didn’t think Nick sounded like a very sexy alcoholic drink, so we opted to name it after the bartender instead, and I became the first person to ever drink a Spicy Marino.
I don’t even know if that’s how you spell his name. But that’s how you spell the drink.
As we left the area, I took a picture with the flea market’s mascot. I think I’m in love with him too.
From there we walked south until we stumbled into a Whole Foods to get something to eat. We got our food and headed out in search of somewhere to actually eat it. Ultimately we ended up next to the park in the Flatiron District. Pulled up a table and chairs and had ourselves an al fresco lunch where Kimo took time to emphasize the importance of remaining hydrated while running around out and about. (Oot and aboot for all of my Canadian friends)
After lunch we continued our walk until we arrived at where Kimo had planned our adventure to end: a Vegan Ice Cream Parlor.
He takes such good care of me.
He treated me to a cup of Peanut Butter Fudge while we sat on the stoop of an apartment building across the street from an old fashioned church that had to be a almost a couple hundred years old.
All in all, we didn’t do anything extremely exciting or eventful. But what made the day was the company I shared it with and the time we spent together.
And really, isn’t that what this journey of life’s about? It’s not what you do or where you end up. It’s about the people you share your life with and the joy you create along the way.
And about finding a man who isn’t missing vital body parts.