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Last Call
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“I want you. I want that, what they had today. I want it all, and I want it with you. I want you, want you to be my wife. I’ve got a ring, I’ll give it to you right now if you’ll say yes.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“Funny thing about getting proposed to in a shower. You can’t tell which is water and which is tears. I said yes, and then he kissed me. I said yes, and then he touched me. I said yes, and then he slipped inside me. I said yes, yes, yes, and then he loved me.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“Megan was able to get me the single most important item in this entire house."
"She got you that new vibrator?"
"Jesus..."
"Oh, the cookbook, right," he said, remembering.
Megan used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure me a signed copy of the original Barefoot Contessa cookbook.”
― Last Call
"She got you that new vibrator?"
"Jesus..."
"Oh, the cookbook, right," he said, remembering.
Megan used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure me a signed copy of the original Barefoot Contessa cookbook.”
― Last Call
“What the hell is on my wedding dress?” The fastest way to get demoted from bridesmaid to dishonored guest is to vomit on the bride’s wedding gown. But if you do ever vomit on a wedding gown, make sure the bride is the perfect mix of anal-retentive, hyper planner, and fairy-tale whimsical.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“She realized it wasn't about the wedding; it was about the marriage. Her. Him. Together. She got married barefoot because all she cared about was him. That guy. And the throw-up shoes weren't going to stop that from happening.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“Early the next morning, I drove him to the airport, kissed him good-bye, told him I wasn’t wearing any panties, and then kissed him once more while he tried to push me back into the car to see if I was bluffing. I was not. Kissing him a final time, I told him I loved him and I’d see him in two weeks. No one ever tells you to remember these moments. To photograph them in your mind, develop them into memories, to have them easily accessible and on instant recall when you’d need them later. To try and replay and re-create the last time you see someone.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“So how are you feeling? Like, for real how are you feeling?” I asked Sophia, once the transfer was complete. “Like I just pushed a baby out of my coochie,” she groaned, biting back into her chicken. “It hurt like a motherfucker. But totally worth it. Have you seen how freaking cute she is?”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“High school Simon was big man on campus. He’d had his own posse of what I called the apostles (his old pals Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), headed by his old bestie, Trevor.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“Look how fantastic this ring looks on my hand while it's holding your cook."
"Jesus Christ, woman.”
― Last Call
"Jesus Christ, woman.”
― Last Call
“Megan was able to get me the single most important item in this entire house.”
“She got you that new vibrator?”
“Jesus . . .”
“Oh, the cookbook, right,” he said, remembering.
Megan used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure me a signed copy of the original Barefoot Contessa cookbook. By Ina Garten. Signed to me by the way; one of those “Best wishes, Ina” deals. It honest-to-God said:
To Caroline—
Best Wishes,
Ina
Go ahead and be jealous. I’ll wait.
Simon, on the other hand, would not.
“Okay, so you remember Megan.”
“Remember her? Did you not hear me say single most important—”
“I got it, babe. Are you at all curious about hearing what they’re up to, or are you just going to spend some head-space time dreaming of Ina and her kitchen?”
“And me in her kitchen. If you’re going to get into my daydream, you have to set the scene correctly. I’m there with Ina, in her kitchen in the Hamptons, and we’re cooking up something wonderful for you and her husband, Jeffrey. Something with roasted chicken, which she’ll teach me how to carve perfectly. And roasted carrots, which she’ll pronounce with that subtle New York accent of hers, where it sounds like she’s saying kerrits.”
“I worry about you sometimes,” Simon said, reaching over to feel my forehead.
“I’m perfectly fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll continue my fantasy later.”
― Last Call
“She got you that new vibrator?”
“Jesus . . .”
“Oh, the cookbook, right,” he said, remembering.
Megan used to work for the Food Network, and was able to secure me a signed copy of the original Barefoot Contessa cookbook. By Ina Garten. Signed to me by the way; one of those “Best wishes, Ina” deals. It honest-to-God said:
To Caroline—
Best Wishes,
Ina
Go ahead and be jealous. I’ll wait.
Simon, on the other hand, would not.
“Okay, so you remember Megan.”
“Remember her? Did you not hear me say single most important—”
“I got it, babe. Are you at all curious about hearing what they’re up to, or are you just going to spend some head-space time dreaming of Ina and her kitchen?”
“And me in her kitchen. If you’re going to get into my daydream, you have to set the scene correctly. I’m there with Ina, in her kitchen in the Hamptons, and we’re cooking up something wonderful for you and her husband, Jeffrey. Something with roasted chicken, which she’ll teach me how to carve perfectly. And roasted carrots, which she’ll pronounce with that subtle New York accent of hers, where it sounds like she’s saying kerrits.”
“I worry about you sometimes,” Simon said, reaching over to feel my forehead.
“I’m perfectly fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll continue my fantasy later.”
― Last Call
“We were having everyone over to the house tonight for game night, since Jillian and Benjamin were home from Amsterdam. We knew it would be harder to plan these once the baby came, so we wanted to all get together while we still could. “Why do we always get stuck hosting this night?” Simon asked, poking his head around the door to the bathroom, where I was trying to get ready. “Because we have the biggest house now, the best entertaining space.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
“I scrambled backward on the bed, moving toward the headboard.
"Where you going, sweet Caroline?" he asked, crawling across the bed to get to me.
"I wanted to hold on for this," I quipped, arching an eyebrow and my back as I grabbed on to the iron headboard.
"That's my girl.”
― Last Call
"Where you going, sweet Caroline?" he asked, crawling across the bed to get to me.
"I wanted to hold on for this," I quipped, arching an eyebrow and my back as I grabbed on to the iron headboard.
"That's my girl.”
― Last Call
“Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.”
― Last Call
― Last Call
