It's been a busy, busy week, ladies and gentlemen. We've hosted my wife's brother in our apartment for a week. He left today, and now her sister is coming for a week, arriving tomorrow. I've also been reading up some research reports, getting ready for . . .
(wait for it)
(wait for it)
. . . My last day of work! I'm doing three days of meetings this week, mainly with clients that are up for renewal. After that, I'm done: my wife and I will both be officially unemployed in the most expensive city in the country (however, there's a good chance she could land a job offer in the next three days; fingers crossed). My short-term goal is making it through the next three days; we've got six or seven meetings scheduled each day, and the mercury is supposed to reach 100 on Tuesday and Wednesday. At least we are going to Greenwich on Tuesday, so hopefully the temperature will be cooler. Otherwise, it will be an unhappy Diabolical running around the city in my dark suit. Also, I lost all my ties during my move, so my professional wardrobe is seriously limited these days; I may have to wear the same tie each day.
However, it was a very happy Diabolical last night. After a delicious and relatively inexpensive dinner at 'Ino (worth the wait, except for the air conditioner that kept spitting on us), we hit up what might be my favorite bar in the city so far, a speakeasy called the Little Branch (here's a good link too). We slipped in to a cozy booth and obeyed the rules. The cocktails were perfect, served with a large block of hand-picked ice that melted slowly and kept the drink chilled without watering it out. The consensus favorite was the Silver Lining, but the Gold Rush and Gin-Gin Mule were equally delicious, in my opinion.
We then hopped a cab to the East Village to see a friend of a friend's band at Mo's. Here, there were no rules, so the wife and her friend had the opportunity to star-fuck Adam Brody.
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