me: Sure, I'll head out in a few minutes
Why I decided to do that, I don't know. I absolutely hate "suit bars". Now, I've been called out on this. Technically, I'm a suit. It comes with it's perks. I've eaten in all the best restaurants in Toronto, spend my days with a ton of great, smart, successful people, and panic attacks aside, usually like what I do in the 9-5 space.
Outside of that though, I just want to wear my skinny black jeans, put on a pair of keds and spend my time with people who are a little more real than all those rich guys with their pink pocket squares who buy you overpriced glasses of wine in return for you listening to them talk about how great they are. Yawn.
I've had an awesome week. But one of my best evenings was spent changing out of my blouse and black wool and into five layers of of sweatshirts and a pair of hockey skates and spending 2 hours on the rink with 27. He's someone I can be real with. I told him my big story about meeting a famous magazine editor last week. When I said she told me they're looking for writers with "sparkle and shine" he said that if he could only describe me in 3 words, those would be 2 of them. :)
Luckily, my girlfriends felt the same way as I did and soon we left, trekked through the snow back to our bar, where we bought our own drinks, only got charged for half of them and got some great hugs and kisses on the way out. It was unanimously decided we were definitely over Ki and happy to do girls night at AAA instead from now on.
While the corporate world has it's benefits, we all know it's really not where I belong. Even my boss, Jersey Shore, when he's giving me career advice, just tells me I should move to NYC, get a job as a bartender and write a book. My secret life friend is doing that right now, and I'm oh so jealous. One of these days, I swear, I will live in a world that does not require dry cleaning. In the meantime, I'm one day away from a couple of weeks off and I can't wait. Happy Holidays!
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