Last night after an important meeting, a source made me and Carney go to an ML fixed income holiday situation, which sucked…then he made us go to a no-words-for-it-bad-but-worse-than-the-holocaust-is-a-start club in the meat packing district that I ended up ditching them at (forgetting, rather idiotically, to ask JC for some cash, meaning I got to walk from 29th and 10th to 33rd and Park when it was -10 degrees out, which, if you haven’t tried it, is delightful). Prior to that, though, someone gave the driver the wrong address and we ended up outside of Scores…thinking to myself that I’d rather go there than nightlife equivalent of a catheter with spikes, I asked 3 of the bouncers, “What’s the crowd like tonight?”…two of them were like “great crowd, great crowd, come in,” but one just sort of mumbled “great crowd” with an attitude and didn’t make eye contact, which I took issue with. You probably don’t know this, on account of my never having shared it before, but people who don’t make eye contact seriously piss me off. So I said, as we walked away, “Next time make eye contact, maybe you would’ve made the sale.” I think I made a real impact on him. In retrospect, I should’ve added, “fat boy,” but what can you do. If you found this post to be a phenomenal waste of your time, please send a self-addressed stamped envelope to the DB headquarters, and I’ll mail you back 5 dollars. Quick, though, before I change my mind, or take a nap under my desk.
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to access Dealbreaker
Very useful post…I now know my threshold for spiked-catheter nightlife vs. Scores
Commenting on your own article is an interesting tactic. It should be compulsary in all newspapers. Maybe that would get the readership up. They are so full of bullshit. Ditto tv.
I could be wrong, but it really seems like there is not a soul in The Citaaay today. Hedgestonia feels like Philadelphia.
amazing, amazing
Hahah, this explains so much. Poor bunny.
Brilliant as always.
Though I do hate you for being able to make genocide jokes. I can only make being gratuitously firebombed in non-strategic cities jokes. Which don’t really work.
wow.
cough.
SASE on the way.
Bess is my hero
what’s SASE?
The worst titty-bar in America is 10 miles west of Omaha, Nebraska, in an old service station just a little farther west than Father Flannigan’s Boys Town.
One juke box, old geezer emcee, one skinny crystaled out dancer with a perpetual runny nose named Amber. Dark and cold place with one grey stubble whiskered farmer in wild black and red plaid coat sipping watered down draft beer at the end of the “runway”.
Avoid it unless the guys from Tenaska want to take you there.
that actually sounds pretty sweet. i bet amber would definitely be down for some space docking
Are you trying out for Gawker? They have openings. That post would be as apropos there as here.
@2.34. what’s your point? oh right, you don’t have one. douche bag.
i barebacked a ukrainian whore for $$ from scores one time. sadly she gave me the clap, which unbeknownst to me i gave to my ex-gf. fun times.
Hey bareback, is there any chance you work in structured finance?
@2:50 – Are you a VP?
@3:13 – HF, convert arb
Bess ya coulda just flagged down a cab and dropped the “oops i don’t have enough can we stop by an ATM” line. Of course then you’re presented with the decision of delivering on your promise, or fucking over the poor habib and making a run for it.
Bess,
I love you, marry me?