I had a record of number of six friends finish the New York City marathon this year, and everyone ended up at Cafe Tallulah on the Upper West Side this afternoon, both the finishers and their entourage. (I think I knew everyone there between the hours of 4:00 p.m. and 8:00 p.m.)
Could this mean that I may be one of the finishers in orange next year? I'm not sure, but the prospect is tempting.
My friend Beth was among the sweaty, orange masses. Very proud of her.