We took the subway up to the North End. Amy led us through tight, almost Old World, wandering streets. Past buildings that looked like they'd been built before the US was a country. The whole way, we braced ourselves against the arctic winds.
Amy had made reservations for us at some tiny red sauce joint that was little more than a storefront window and ten tables. We had a big meal, Amy had more wine, and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely. Afterwards, we went down the street and bought cannoli. Then we went back to Amy's apartment.
We were all food drunk and giggly. Amy's place felt so warm and inviting to me, after enduring the cold outdoor air.
"Well, that's been enough excitement for me," Amy said, "Time for bed." She stumbled a bit as she walked, clearly drunker than she'd initiall
