Minutes from the Meeting

I was up past my bedtime, so today I have been subsisting on blueberry coffee, which works surprisingly well. Like your muffin and coffee all in one. And you know how I feel about muffin.

A long meeting that went over kept me out till nearly 1. A group of interns and I convened at Clarke's (my new fave) for post-opening meeting to bang out some important details. Like what Z should wear the next day (nice sneaks or slumming sneaks?), the merits of a dry-erase bra, kinky sea cow, and the newest form of entertainment at VG - Undercover Hitler. The hilarity only increased when people choked on invisible objects and get the Bears score from mom. Many references to Harold and Kumar, and the appointing of associates.

Terribly productive, don't you think?

Much more productive than my unsuccessful attempts to network. I am not generally a mingler, preferring to hole up in the corner with a beverage and a snarky companion. But trying to casually go up to people you deem "useful" and compliment them and hope they remember who you are besides the chick who makes the coffee is unpleasant. At least with mingling, you can resort to making wholly random, frequently inappropriate comments to people you probably will never see again. (Musings on baked goods, discussions of cannibalism, etc.)

Good thing spiked hot chocolate is just next door.