Manhattan Night Page #3

Well, I'm not going without you. We've

rescheduled that, like, four times.

I'm sorry. It's a visiting Iranian

ambassador with an emergency.

Let's just stop pretending it's

effective to have a sex life.

What?

To schedule a night out, yeah?

Do you need a ride somewhere

this morning, Mr. grumpy pants?

- Yes.

- Where are you going?

Upper West Side.

Get dressed.

Morning.

I like the girl with the mob, but

I need some quotes about Iris.

I'm going to reach out to her mother.

I'm going to try to track her down.

- All right. Thanks, Bobby.

- Later.

Yeah.

Oh, god.

Hello?

Hey, it's Porter wren.

Well, hello, Porter wren.

How are you feeling?

Did you roofie me last night?

No, I didn't.

Why are you calling me?

Um...

"Opportunity only knocks once"?

Hey.

I just rode up the elevator

with Leonardo DiCaprio.

Oh, yeah.

He's got a friend upstairs.

So, tell me how you met Simon.

I was living a sort of tired,

pretty girl, New York life,

you know? I had no money.

I had given up on L.A.

after a year, and moved here.

I was apartment-sitting

for rich people,

with no steady income

or place to live.

And I had just been fired for refusing

to date my a**hole lawyer boss

whose firm I was

answering phones for.

Did you have a laundry line hanging in

the backyard when you were growing up?

Excuse me?

You know, with jeans

and t-shirts

and underwear hanging

in the backyard?

A laundry line.

Uh, yeah,

actually. I did.

Me, too. I didn't like

my underwear hanging out there

for the other kids to see,

but I did enjoy my one friend's

mom's brassiere...

- Right. - ...Hanging

on their laundry line.

He bought me

a couple more drinks,

and we had

an amazing conversation

about our childhoods

and parents.

I knew who he was.

I recognized him right away.

- He was very smart.

- Caroline.

I'm going to ask you one,

uh, crazy question,

but it's serious, not a joke.

Okay.

I want to marry you.

Now, I know

it sounds completely crazy,

but I had just been

sitting there thinking

how I was probably going

to have to leave New York,

and in walks this

enigmatic, weird,

brilliant human being.

- Yes.

- Jesus. God.

So, you met him in a bar.

- Jesus.

- He proposed. You said yes.

All within the span

of less than an hour?

Well, a few hours, but, yeah.

- Okay.

- I got a package from him the next day

containing a flash drive

and an engagement ring.

You want to see the video?

Sure.

Hey, Caroline.

Hey.

I've been thinking

about you since I left you

earlier today.

I was thinking about our, uh,

wedding vows and everything,

and about how

the regular vows are, "I do,"

and how that won't do, actually.

So, I decided I want to make

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