freshly sharpened pencils...

so last night after work i decide to go on my ace missions. i dont know anyone in this town besides the people i live with and their "lovely" dogs. i didnt bother going home to change and ventured into this place called fahrenheit ultra lounge in a suit carrying a black bag and a wall street journal clamped under my left armpit. if anything (with the foreign accent and look added), that was bound to get me some female attention.

before i continue, i must confess my love for beautiful spaces created for the young adult with plenty class and excellent taste, i.e. moi!

i was greeted a fresh looking darling (dressed as if she had just walked out of The Matrix). she lead me into this bar lounge - exquisitely decked out with comfy mood seating and lights, an attractive bar and music - house music. i had found my second home. after interrogating the barman - who owns it? what sort of crowd? is there cover at the weekend? and the music? what about the menu? and happy hour? closing time? - i got the answers i was looking for. i will not lead a miserable life while i'm here. at least some of these hitech geeks have lives after all.

i settle into my seat, decide on a long beach cocktail and my phone rings almost immediately. this kid in new york asking about my new job. i realised that i was in time for happy hour - which actually lasted three hours - and so there was no going home after just one drink. midway through my second drink, the barman introduces me to the editor of THE entertainment magazine in the valley. whoopie ding - free tickets - to EVERYTHING. so i latch on (typical zimbo) and the drinks just flow. anyhoo, i got home early enough - by 10pm. i had a job to go the next day!