New York, Bono, and the Plot Twist

Next month, I will have lived in California longer than I lived in New York City—and I wasn’t prepared for the grief that particular piece of math would bring up. So this week, I’m telling one of the stories that explains why I love New York so much. It begins with a borrowed little black dress, a pair of too-big heels, and a last-minute assignment as Bono’s personal waitress at the opening-night party for Spider-Man on Broadway. A few weeks later, the man I had just started dating unknowingl...