the dj wafted soft rock carols through the rooms, the waiters floated with requisite crabcakes and mini quiches , while the open bar was run by a peculiarly "santas-elfish" man- tiny and squash faced.
the Tavern on the Green is right on central park, outrageously opulent, mirrored walls, chandeliers, and candelabras. our party looked out over the garden. i feigned business with the photographer and the santa in my fancy short dress and heels (my sneakers hidden in the coat check).
but work finished, my reservation was still for 1. and after the car came and picked the boys up, i took the subway home alone.
cue music, go to first commercial.