When Dinner Starts Feeling Like Adulthood: A Single Man at a Brooklyn Dinner Party
I was invited to dinner on a Saturday. Not drinks. Dinner. At someone’s apartment. That distinction matters by thirty-nine. Drinks are easy. Drinks can be extended, shortened, abandoned, lied about. Drinks let everyone remain slightly aerodynamic. Dinner is different. Dinner has weight. Dinner means someone has thought about the evening before the evening arrived. Someone […]
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