Lunch in the park is always an event worth recounting (in my humble opinion).  This is because either the company (the incredibly awesome and always entertaining Milla and the wants-to-be-my-friend-on-occasion-but-not-really Torrey) or the weather (a blissfully sunny day, seventy degrees of perfection) is wonderful.  Today, both things held true and thus, a blog about lunch.

The sun shone harshly down on the picnic grounds and on the tops of the two dozen trees that dot the square – and the trees themselves seemed to be screaming at me about their uniqueness, which I found odd.  It seemed that every tree type had only been planted twice, leaving this strange mix of trees and making the treetop line in the sky a jagged, horrendous edge instead of a natural slopiness.  If I stared at it long enough, and I did, I stopped seeing beautiful trees and instead saw a horrible example of landscape architecture set against the architectural hideousness that is the box-shaped movie theater behind the park.  And while some cube buildings (i.e. Madison Square Garden) can be lovely, this terrible movie theater is made worse by the fact that it is under construction and the left wing juts out conspicuously and blocks the view of the substantial fountain area.

Milla (who thankfully agreed to attend lunch with Torrey and I, based solely on a strange mid morning e-mail from Torrey herself which included Milla without asking Milla if she was free and/or wanted to have lunch with us) and Torrey were talking quickly and laughing sporadically.  I tried to pay attention, but I have no paying attention skills when there is dancing anywhere around me – and immediately in front of us, a boy was teaching a girl to dance without any music.  It was quite sweet and the girl, who I’ll admit may not have been gorgeous, appeared all-too-lovely with her dark hair swinging around her in the sun.  I found that I was not the only one staring at the pair as they made their stilted way around the circle. 

I finally was able to pay attention to my lunching partners, who both had delightful stories to share – this is mostly because the three of us rarely speak and so, we knew none of these stories.  That’s the good thing about having lunch with relative strangers I suppose.