Big Night Out
Dear Diary:
It was summer 2007. My best friend, Jane, and I were in our early 30s and, unbelievably, enduring simultaneous divorces from men we had thought we would be with forever.
I visited her in Brooklyn, where she was living at the time while navigating her newly single life in the city.
My trip coincided with Jane’s birthday, so we made a reservation at Gramercy Tavern to mark the occasion even though we felt sad and unmoored as we faced our suddenly uncertain futures.
Although it didn’t feel like there was much to celebrate, we showered, shaved, slathered and spackled ourselves in preparation for the evening. I slid into a tight coral-colored dress and three-inch nude heels.
We took a taxi to Manhattan, an extravagance for us at the time. When the car pulled up to the restaurant and I stepped out onto the pavement, a passing stranger said, “Wow, that dress looks amazing on you.”
My uncertain future suddenly felt full of potential. It turned out to be an unforgettable night.
— Amy Burke
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