It's the first of December and already the holidays are in full swing. Children are laughing, people are passing...not smile after smile, but confusing and bewildered words. And as usual, I turn to you to help me figure it out.
The other day, I had my first magazine meeting. I was super psyched and even went all out for the occassion, donning a tuxedo vest and jean look that said, "young professional, ready to take the Tucson nightlife by storm." I even got a fresh, new notebook. I was ready to kick ass. I was the first one to arrive at the meeting, which gave me the opportunity to meet and greet all my fellow writers, editors, photographers, and sale directors...except one.
After getting the position with 520Living, I was assigned a young photographer, named Martin, who would accompany me, when I conducted my interviews and research. We spoke breifly through email, before the meeting, debating whether Pearl Nightclub or Armitage Winehouse would be a suitable place to feature in our premiere issue. I thought Pearl would be perfect, since it was the first and only Las Vegas-style nightclub with a full concierge and limosuine service. But Martin had different views. Because Pearl boasted a plush Omnisex bathroom, the first of its kind in all of Arizona, Martin felt that it wasnt exactly the best nightclub to promote, especially when some of our advertisements were from high class tea rooms and ladies that wore red hats. I disagreed. If this was the future of nightclub bathrooms, wouldnt it be best to jump on the bandwagon and feature it? We couldnt come to an agreement, and so, the emails just stopped.
Martin was late to the meeting, and I know, despite the fact we never saw each other, he must've known he was walking by me. Why else would he say in a stage whisper, "I didnt know we were supposed to dress up?" an obvious reference to my vest. Ugh. As if. Who was he to be dishing out fashion advice? He was wearing a small gold hoop earring in his left ear and looked like the poster child for a yard sale shopper. After the meeting, I was talking to one of my editors, when Martin walked up, threw his business card on the table and said, "Guess were working together. Call me." It was unbeliveably rude and I cant help but think, he's still upset over the nightclub disagreement we had over a month ago...right?
A week later, I ran into Martin. Well, actually, I didnt so much run into Martin, as I stood behind a plant and watched him from afar. He was at Mike's Coffee and Tea, ordering an iced Chai. Was he stalking me? What business did he have downtown? Especially so close to my work. Once Martin left, I headed over to Mike's, hoping he had given one of the coffee barista's privilged information I could use against him. Instead, what I got was information I dont know what to do with. I had ordered my usual white mocha when Gwen came out from the back and said, "WOW David! Your hair looks REALLY cute today. If I could, I would TOTALLY make out with you."
Gwen's words stuck with me all day. Made me even forget whats-his-face. But was she serious? Even if she was just kidding, who says something like that out loud? They say that 50% of people who claim to just be kidding are really telling the truth, and I wondered if maybe Gwen fell under that category. Given our brief and odd history, it's not too far-fetch of an idea. Right? I swear, Ebeneezer never had it as hard as I do.
The other day, I had my first magazine meeting. I was super psyched and even went all out for the occassion, donning a tuxedo vest and jean look that said, "young professional, ready to take the Tucson nightlife by storm." I even got a fresh, new notebook. I was ready to kick ass. I was the first one to arrive at the meeting, which gave me the opportunity to meet and greet all my fellow writers, editors, photographers, and sale directors...except one.
After getting the position with 520Living, I was assigned a young photographer, named Martin, who would accompany me, when I conducted my interviews and research. We spoke breifly through email, before the meeting, debating whether Pearl Nightclub or Armitage Winehouse would be a suitable place to feature in our premiere issue. I thought Pearl would be perfect, since it was the first and only Las Vegas-style nightclub with a full concierge and limosuine service. But Martin had different views. Because Pearl boasted a plush Omnisex bathroom, the first of its kind in all of Arizona, Martin felt that it wasnt exactly the best nightclub to promote, especially when some of our advertisements were from high class tea rooms and ladies that wore red hats. I disagreed. If this was the future of nightclub bathrooms, wouldnt it be best to jump on the bandwagon and feature it? We couldnt come to an agreement, and so, the emails just stopped.
Martin was late to the meeting, and I know, despite the fact we never saw each other, he must've known he was walking by me. Why else would he say in a stage whisper, "I didnt know we were supposed to dress up?" an obvious reference to my vest. Ugh. As if. Who was he to be dishing out fashion advice? He was wearing a small gold hoop earring in his left ear and looked like the poster child for a yard sale shopper. After the meeting, I was talking to one of my editors, when Martin walked up, threw his business card on the table and said, "Guess were working together. Call me." It was unbeliveably rude and I cant help but think, he's still upset over the nightclub disagreement we had over a month ago...right?
A week later, I ran into Martin. Well, actually, I didnt so much run into Martin, as I stood behind a plant and watched him from afar. He was at Mike's Coffee and Tea, ordering an iced Chai. Was he stalking me? What business did he have downtown? Especially so close to my work. Once Martin left, I headed over to Mike's, hoping he had given one of the coffee barista's privilged information I could use against him. Instead, what I got was information I dont know what to do with. I had ordered my usual white mocha when Gwen came out from the back and said, "WOW David! Your hair looks REALLY cute today. If I could, I would TOTALLY make out with you."
Gwen's words stuck with me all day. Made me even forget whats-his-face. But was she serious? Even if she was just kidding, who says something like that out loud? They say that 50% of people who claim to just be kidding are really telling the truth, and I wondered if maybe Gwen fell under that category. Given our brief and odd history, it's not too far-fetch of an idea. Right? I swear, Ebeneezer never had it as hard as I do.
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