I miss Laura on a daily basis. I have amazing friends all over the place. But Laura hears all the words I never say. We keep the romance of our friendship alive with sarcastic texts, serious texts, texts about men, and sometimes meeting halfway between NY and Philly to have cocktails. Princeton was 82 degrees with blue skies and a bright sun that day. As I stepped off the train, Laura ran to greet me and declared it was required that we order and drink an Aperol Spritz, outdoors in the sun, right away.
Our first stop was a pub with patio tables. They had no Aperol, unfortunately a necessary ingredient in said drink. So we stayed for wine. Next was a fancy restaurant without available outdoor tables. Outdoors again, was non-negotiable. So we stayed for margaritas and fries. Third and final was a low key, no frills, everyday bar/restaurant boosting picnic tables and cozy patio chairs. After settling into our chosen patio corner we smiled at our waitress. A waitress who, rightly so, really would have preferred not to be working on a gorgeous day, took our order. Two large drinks with bubbles and ice and a stunning burnt orange hue arrived. Bitter and sweet - the Aperol and Prosecco married and treated us to their Amalfi Coast inspired reception. The waitress even decided she needed to try one as well.
Finally Laura and I could sit back and begin several attempts at instagram worthy selfies and bask in the sun and cocktails. So until next time, cheers to another day in Princeton with Laura.
