Saturday, March 1, 2008

oh sailor, why'd ya do it?

i went to the most horrible bar last night. a place that thinks its the poshest place on the planet in the financial district. two huge screens both playing one of those fireplace DVDs that people put on their TVs at christmas time. pillar candles on long wooden tables populated with men and women dressed as if they just came from their desks in their financial towers. every man looked alike and every woman looked alike (well, 'cept me) and every person there looked ironically bored; not a smile in the place (i get the impression that looking bored is the cool look to portray) ugh, isn't it just too much work to keep up appearances like that?