Some moments that I want to remember:
The first sip of the first truly expensive bottle of wine, received as a thank you at work.
Gin and tonics at one AM at a dim jazz club.
Walking under the rumbling train tracks and realizing that the sound is a comfort, not an annoyance.
Blinking in the sunlight after a matinee and strolling arm in arm down Michigan Avenue, only to happen upon a perfect bookstore.
Calls in the middle of the day to seek out skiball.
Squooshing on the couch to look out the window for Johnny Depp or Christian Bale.
Wearing party dresses to work, simply because life is too short not to.
Handing the old valet parking attendant a cd of French pop songs, after he requested it.
Free Dairy Queen in the middle of the work day and picnics on the roof.
Dancing at the Metro with old friends.
"To Sunday nights and Kurt Vonnegut".
Sitting at the Underground, listening straight through to Astral Weeks.
Fresh French bread from the tiny farmer's market around the corner.
This is not where I expected to be at 25, but somehow it feels absolutely perfect.
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