So she chooses her bright red bowling style bag, matching shoes and glasses and we hop on to the elevator. I feel so awkward. I don't know why but this woman I barely know makes me feel like a gangly, dorky 13 year old. I have absolutely no idea what to say to her. This is NOT what I pictured having an older sister is like. I pictured us sitting up late talking, do eachother's nail and all the other sister things. Luckily she seems to be enjoying looking at herself in the elevator doors, so I'm off the conversation hook.
We exit the building into her awesome courtyard. I absolutely love this place! The people running by, the insane cluster of cabs and the huge buildings are just exhilarating to me. She decides to take me up a few blocks to a diner that she and Greg frequent before work. I want a cigarette so badly I can barely stand myself, but I have never smoked in front of anyone but my stepdad. I still feel like a little kid that is going to get into trouble or something. I really don't know how long I can hold out.
The diner is a totally cute 50's style place. I looks just like that one on Seinfeld! I love it! For some reason I feel like I need to impress my super cool, well dressed big sister, so I order a bowl of Special K and grapefruit juice; the totally mature healthy eater! With a self-satisfied smile I close my menu and look expectantly at my sister. She proceeds to order eggs, toast, hashbrowns and pancakes. Son of a bitch. Now I'm going to die of starvation while smelling her awesome breakfast and not smoking. That'll learn me for trying to be a phony.
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