Butter Monday 7/6 - w4m - 23 (noho)

Only an entirely random series of coincidences would bring you to see this but what else are tuesday mornings for anyway? Met you on Monday the 6th and thought you were both handsome and charming but was too shy to talk to you on my way out. You were wearing a black suit-type jacket and a white shirt. You got me with your joke about going downstairs for the party later that night.

I now feel silly for doing this but I'm hoping you'll come in on another night when I'm working so I can try this again minus the reticence.

tracy is a confident young new york woman. she moved here after going to a small liberal arts school and when she first settled, her parents were paying for her rent in a lux doorman building on the upper way east side. she lives with her friend jessica, who used to write her name with hearts over the "i". tracy works, but she isn't a career type and is secretly jealous of women who pursue rewarding and fulfilling careers. her job at a communications firm is sufficient for income, but will no doubt lead to general distaste towards the city. on july 6, she gchatted roomie jessica who works as a hallway decoration (attractive assistant) at a hedge fund.

trace: heyyyyyyyy
jessie: heyyyyyyyyyy
nothing is said for 2 hours
trace: heyyyyyyyyyy
trace: what are we doing tonight??? do you wanna go out?
jessie: um, yes. drinking?
trace: isn't that what going out means?
jessie: truth, you're destined to be on texts from last night someday
trace: love it

they make plans to meet at butter for dinner at about 8:15, no dates tonight...it's a "girls night out". trace decides to skip out of work early and go home to change into something that straddles the line of carrie from sex and the city and samantha from sex and the city. even though it is a girls night out, she wants the he-men of the city to know she's available an open for business. trace makes her way downtown to meet jessie who headed up straight from work, but dresses casually for her job. they're running a little late and the hostess is visibly perturbed at their tardiness and outfit decisions. the hostess is an intern at tory burch by day, so obviously, she has some authority. our heroines wait at the bar and have a cocktail while perusing the scene full of their own crowd and devoid of any depth. dinner is uneventful as the two talk about work problems, parent problems and how they have no money (their tab runs easily to $150, but they're "so poor").

as they make their exit, jessie realizes she left her pink blackberry pearl at the table and she goes back to get it. while waiting for her slow poke/drunkish crony, tracy is taken with a guy at the front. he is wearing boot cut jeans that are ripped at the bottom, black loafers, you can't see but he is definitely wearing white gym socks, a white button down and a black blazer. his name is chris, and he is headed for the podium to check in about a table for him and his bro patrol. tracy overhears that his table can't be sat until his whole party arrives and says, "isn't that like the dumbest rule ever? how many people travel with all their friends?" chris replies, "i know, my boys are coming in from jersey and it's always a mess." just then two extremely well dressed tall girls check in at the podium for a party in the birch room, "have you ever been down there, it's so cool!" one says to the other as they shuffle off. they annoy chris and tracy, but in reality they wish they could hang out with these girls, "wow that party must be SO COOL if it's in the birch room" remarks chris. tracy giggles a little bit. just then, tracy's drunken comrade emerges from the dining room. chris's bro patrol arrives and in the hurried mix of new jersey boys and soon to be new jersey girls, our two would be lovers lose their connection.