When Marc moved to NYC, I knew (more so than with other friends) that our relationship would be drastically altered. So many times I drove to and from his loft here in SF. All the times I stuck my head in his refrigerator. All the wine I consumed at his place! The champagne-filled picnics at Dolores Park on glorious sunny days. We have that friendship where it’s almost completely face time. Very limited talking on the phone or emailing.
Having a relationship like that is extremely addicting. Obviously I was sad when he left. Who else was going to prepare my meals and selflessly share his Ridge wine?
We’ve always loved hanging out with Marc’s friend Keith, but with Marc’s departure, it’s as if we got a worthy replacement. Dinner, drinks, wine country, birthdays, trips. Even in NYC, it was me and Keith raging into the wee hours. Unexpected and fortunate.
Austin vacation in March. Who’s with us?