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September 13, 2006
Stranger in a Strange Land (And I'm Not Just Referring to Union Square)
My favorite finance-o, Patrick of the Pit, just sent me this sad little link and asked if I missed the dating scene in New York.
Right.
No.
No I do not.
No, Noey, No.
But it reminded me of this (slightly edited) e-mail summation I wrote last winter in the midst of my own banker dating experience. It was a hectic few weeks of sake, opera, cabs and proper utensils. Thank God I got out of that one alive.
From: Bree
To: [redacted]
Date: Nov 12, 2005 10:06 PM
Subject: tangled up in
whoaaaaaaa. things are weird in NYC, baby -- went out w/the banker last night; ended up [hanging out] at his SWEET ASS LOFT on 14th street.
wow.
yeah.
wall street.
wow.
money.
skylights.
brick.
art.
oriental rugs.
expensive electronics.
dining room table for EIGHT.
seltzer.
uhhhhhhh. holy crap. different style than my usual crowd...
he gave me coffee with a SAUCER.
conversely from THAT, i pulled a fucking PLANT out of my drain today.
a live plant.
when i told heather she just said, "isn't it gonna be great when we have money to live in real places someday?"
it looked like a fucking sprout man -- it was GREEN coming out of my drain...
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm???? what the FUCK?
Posted by Bree at September 13, 2006 09:00 PM