Random Tuesday night observation. I spent happy hour tonight at a see-and-be-scene hotel bar in Manhattan. During which I realized that nothing renders Corporate Americans equal quite like walking into a bar after work. Messenger bags + dress suits + heels + loosened ties + fancy back lighting = we’re all at the same party now! No matter how pissed or how poised you enter, the professional echelon slate is whiped clean. We are just alike. So order a liquor + a mixer and hang. Times could always be worse. You could be somewhere where it’s NOT 5 o’clock.
cheers o’ thirty June 24, 2009