Pommes Frites, East Village, NYC. 2 Jan 2012.
This time last year (approximately), I was at this dive bar called Blue & Gold with my sister and her friends, talking about what the hell I would do after college. I still had no clue it would involve working in India for two years, but I remember them having pretty insightful advice. After we had drunk our fill of cheap whiskey, we went to this place to eat belgian pommes frites and I lost my driver’s license on the sidewalk (which was later returned by an awesome person).
Anyway, yesterday night we revisited the Blue & Gold and afterwards stopped at Pommes Frites. It was a lot more enjoyable without the looming post-grad anxiety and the slightly-too much whiskey and the losing of id.
In the middle of all the changes that this year has brought, there was something intensely comforting in the fact that I was in the same great place with the same great people for the second year in a row. Hopefully this time next year, we’ll all meet for another round of drinks and pommes frites in NYC.
