my company rented out a pretty fancy place in
tribeca for our holiday party. open bar, tiny finger foods.
niceness. i had an aMAZing heart-to-heart with one of the lady
lawyers, who is literally ten years older than i thought she was (i
thought she was a freshman in college intern, but she's 28 and
literally an attorney at law). she set me on a new path in life, and
now i feel great. well, actually i feel dehydrated, dizzy, and
nauseous, but with direction and new confidence. whiskey on the
rocks? one bite of pork? cab ride home? 'bourne supremacy' in a
spinning room? check. plus. i mean check my pulse, i'm a zombie.
So what's your new direction, Gabe? North? South? East? West? Does it involve toilet paper and shoulder holsters? Dental floss and helicopters? Does it require paternal investments or maternal disclaimers? Please share.
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Mom