And that was a mistake, because even though downtown was cool and edgy and midtown was fun and businessy, uptown was so clean and orderly. I walked along Park Avenue, taking in all the grand limestone buildings with their sleek awnings and uniformed doormen opening the heavy latticed doors for well-dressed residents, and sighed. It would really be nice to have money and live here one day. All of the buildings had neat little flower boxes and gated trees so that dogs couldn’t do their bidniss on them. And although the pulsing hip factor of downtown wasn’t there, the stylish pedestrians were just as intriguing to me. I supposed I was looking at everything with an extra spring in my step because I was on my way to meet Matt. He’d asked me on a real date to dinner at “his parents’ favorite restaurant,” and when I ran the name and address by Richard, he’d raised his eyebrows and told me it was “très swanky” and I “must have landed a rich pup.” I felt like I was in the movies!
