Saturday Brunch

Seven tea girls met on a rainy saturday at 31 Great Jones Way for brunch at Five Points.

I strode in at 1:02pm sans umbrella in a funky, striped shirt with belt loops sans belt and my sexy jeans.
Kelli, Jo, and Lauren were already seated at the bar--timely as they are.
Kelli in a monochromatic sweater which sat well with her vibrant, red curls; Jo in her "oh-so New York" winter-white (was it cream?), knee-length, wool coat and Lauren bespectacled in a creamy zippered jacket that revives our hope that within every woman resides an inner fashionista.
Karen trudged in, much earlier than anticipated, meek but pristinely dressed--even in the rain her look doesn't mess.
Amy arrived with an oversize umbrella, sporting a copper, late 20s bob (uber cute!) donned in thick, grey tights and an adorable pleated skirt.
Once we were seated, Beth hustled in--with the longest commute from BX, she was excused--her winter-white, zippered sweater got more than one nod. The prospective doctor in our midst is admittedly fashion rewound.

The meal was uneventful but comoforting since we sat at a round table behind a zen fountain in the light of an atrium. There was an oh-so New York moment mixed in with the all-American vibe a group of young women eating voraciously and talking incessantly exudes.

Our departures--just as our arrivals--showed our unique personalities. We stood for a while, unable to pull away from the life force that is our collective heartbeat when we unite. Kelli rushed off, late for an engagement she had completely forgotten about--her live-in boyfriend called up a bit concerned and confused about her absense. Jo headed home to finish up a literary piece she had sold earlier in the week. Karen ambled home to begin the process that was packing for Paris. Lauren made her way back to Brooklyn to help her boyfriend plan their superbowl party. Amy covered Beth and I under her grand umbrella as we wandered to Tea on my whim. She then hopped a cab to catch the latest fashion photography exhibit.

In our differences are mirror our true selves.