1.27.18. I got back to New York at 10am after a redeye with a layover, which is another name for hell on earth. I flew back specifically to attend N's baby shower, promptly forgot I was attending, texted B to see if he wanted to get coffee, to which he said "are you serious?", took a CitiBike uptown and arrived 30 min late. Horrified that I might have let N down, I raced around the restaurant only to learn that she was 45 min late to her own shower. Like, I love my friends. They never make me feel bad about being late. Plus, we still had time to write her these sage pieces of advice. Restaurant #5: Hanoi House.
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