The Pie Affair

Ah Friday, without a doubt, my favorite day of the week and, what's better, the day of the after-work-drink-turned-all-night-bender-cos-i-know-i-can-sleep-in-tomorrow!

My roommate and I had originally planned on a casual drink with a not so casual colleague. Roommate has determined we'll all end up working for that woman someday and, shortly after that, she'll be president. I've determined that woman is an uptight, snobby, society bitch, but hey, maybe I'm being too hasty. Of course the run-ins with her have not dulled my first impression. We bring sack-lunches, she takes her managers 'out' to lunch. We wear rumpled, semi-casual, work attire, she wears perfectly pressed skirt-suit outfits. We show up when our bosses do, she shows up a good hour before...Ok, maybe she will eventually be our boss, but I'm not voting for her when she runs for president!

Well, she ditched us for drinks, so, being the resourceful, interns that we are, Roommate and I trotted down to Toad Hall for after-work drinks with other co-workers. A number of Stella's later and our party down to three, the idea of pizza and more beer seemed like a good, no great plan that had to be implemented immediately. Somehow, Roommate and I found ourselves trailing a 6'6'' Englishman, down the streets of Manhattan, in search of the perfect pizza and pitcher of beer, and find it we did.

One expensive, strange, mushroom pizza, and two pitchers later, we finally decided enough is enough, and at nearly 2 in the morning, caught the F train home. Roommate and I made a friend on the train, well, either that or we scared the poor fellow half to death with our silly beer-talk. Then, home at last, I chowed down on Raman noodles, Roommate fell asleep on the floor. It was a good night.