Mix It Up

MIXOLOGY
Hitting up East Side Company bar tonight in Chinatown. This place is one of those spots with no sign, no address, no front window. Alex and I are up for the "Amazing Race" adventure of it all. It's also supposed to be one of those places that doesn't have 'bartenders' but rather 'mixologists.' Don't know about you - but when I think about 'mixologists' I think of mix tapes. Wish I was getting one of those tonight...
MIX TAPE
Anyway, speaking of mix tapes and CDs - we got one in the mail the other day - but it was for someone who doesn't live at our address. It was hilarious - because song selection was very metal to melody to metal without any real transition. Also came with letter from a guy pouring his heart out - albeit sloppily - to the addressee. And if you're freaking out that we unlawfully opened someone else's mail, we did. But only because addressee's last name was also last name of my roommate - so there.
JITTERY BOSSES
Heather and I agree - a great way to get noticed at work is to just wear nice suits for a couple of days... and if you're like her, opt to go out for lunch instead of staying in. That way, bosses think you're out on job interviews. She's gotten a couple of bonuses/promotion offers in recent months, so I'm betting she's worked the "suit theory" this year. I'm toying with the theory application myself, and will report back on its success/failure.
SONYA'S BACK
Uh oh. I got caught up in the holidays. I went out with friends. What can I say - I imbibed and I partook. And just like a jackal sneaking up on its prey by moonlight on a Namibian plain - my personal trainer Sonya readies her pounce and sets up our next appointment. I just hope she gives me more time before whatever that "body composition/measurement" idea was she talked about while clearly tripping on Robitussin.