The Land of Milk and Honey

July 4th turned out to be a wash. It first started with a nice bbq at a friend's house up in Westchester. I actually met some fellow bankers there...this one guy, Harvard grad, was tellingme that he works at some boutique firm doing pitchbooks ans models all day. Once he said he worked at a boutique firm, I completely lost interest and didn't hear another wordhe said the rest of the day. If you want to get my attention when talking about business you got to at least work for a tier two bank, if not a top BB. Of course it had to rain and ruin our yacht plans, so we just watched the fireworks from this public field, which made me cringe in disgust.

On the drive back to the city, my buddy driving the car was bragging about his new high score in brickbreaker. I bet that I would beat his score in one game, so while he was driving I took his blackberry and started to play. I was a little more than halfway to his score with 7 lives left, when the game encountered an error. Today has just been full of bad luck, I told him it was time to dump the 88 hundo and go for the curve.

Tomorrow night should be much better. I made reservations for Milk and Honey...and yes I do have the phone number...and no I'm not giving it to anybody. Sasha will cook us up some nice $15 cocktails and hopefully I can forget about today's misery. If I see one hipster at that bar I'm going to go crazy. Where the hell are all the true yuppies in this city...sometimes I wish it were still the 80's.