I spun around on my bar stool and checked my watch again, then scanned the lovely interior of the Ember Room Restaurant. Filled with warm, golden light in the dusk of a New York evening, it was very appealing and I couldn’t wait to taste some of the food that was filling the air with luscious smells.
She was late. I was getting concerned. My husband and I had tickets to see “Jersey Boys” and we had planned to have drinks with a PR friend that I was meeting in person for the first time. Drinks, conversation, dinner and then a walk to the theater – I was really starting to get concerned now. She must be running late, she had forgotten, she was at the wrong place – all these excuses ran through my head.
Finally, I pulled up her email address on my iPhone and clicked on the phone number link at the bottom of her last message – seriously, how did we live before iPhones – and she answered instantly. No, she was not late, had not forgotten, nor was she at the wrong place.
I had the wrong night.
