Every Tuesday night I would head down to SoHo to meet Kate. If I was running early I would stop in to Patricia Field for something glittery or violent looking, this was before they moved to the Bowery. We would meet on Thompson and hike up three flights of stairs to her oddly short apartment, Kate no doubt dragging several shopping bags of things she would likely return the next day.
Kate and I would sit in her kitchen and talk about work, whomever we were dating, Gucci bags, and art. We would order salads from Spring Street Natural on a good day, or mac and cheese if it was a bad day, and watch Gossip Girl.
Eventually Kate got engaged, as did Blair and Chuck. It broke my heart and I moved to Texas.
P.S. You can see more from my Girlfriends project here.