Last night my dad took me to a little bar after dinner called “Off the Record,” in the basement of the Hay Adams hotel. The guy next to me started laughing because I ordered whiskey and a beer back, and they brought me the tallest beer I have ever seen. I picked up my cocktail glass and said, “I meant that I wanted this size.” The waiter said, “here, that’s what we call a back.” It was delicious, but I didn’t finish either drink. I ended up sleeping most of the way home, because I’m not much of a drinker, especially now that I do not work as a line cook. My tolerance level is way, way down and I have no interest in bringing it back up again.
However, I did spend a lot of time talking to the guy who was laughing at me, because his making fun of me led into the traditional, “so what do you do?” conversation. He’s some kind of trader, and was VERY interested when I said that my passion was social media and blogging. He gave me his card, and told me to call him- that he might want to do social media for his own business. We liked each other immediately. He said that he was a “Rockefeller Republican.” I said that I was a “Clinton Democrat,” and there wasn’t much of a gap between the two. I asked him what he thought of The Tea Party, and he said, “not much.”
That was the right answer.
And now I’m thinking that I need to go to Off the Record more often….. Because hey, the drinks might be a little pricey, but if it nets me a job worth bank, maybe it’s just an investment. I like DC Brau. I could get used to it. 🙂