So I had lunch today with another girl who's a mom, and lives in one of the buildings of my apartment complex. T, the friend we have in common, wasn't able to make it as she was running late from a tutoring session she did. But it was great to meet the other girl, who has the same name as me. When I came in, she said, "Are you Bearette?" And I said, "Yes! Are you?" (We have the same name.)
I peppered her with questions, but she didn't seem to mind -- everything from "How long did you have to wait for your 2-bedroom apartment?" "A week and a half, but we said we'd take anything"; "How long did you breastfeed?" "Sixteen months"; "Do you want to have another one?" "Maybe"; "Did you breastfeed in public?" "I was shameless!" I, on the other hand, am shy about it, and D is definitely inhibited about it. She told me she has some great super-thin cotton shawls and would be happy to let me borrow one.
I had the best sandwich there -- smoked tofu with sundried tomatoes and pesto. It sounded so bare and puritan - smoked tofu - but it was great. I would definitely get it again.