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Atlantic City, a song by The Band on Spotify
Because Summer. And America.
You either need to get me tacos now or put me in an Uber.
Said the future leaders of America...
“The main difference between 22 and 29 is that now we drink a little* less and make more money” - Team Croatia
*and on somedays we drink more
Weekending...
Short-week desk jams...
The Cherry Lane in NYC. Because no women work in television.
Author had the privilege of attending two all male panels this week. Naturally they featured company founders.
On lifestyle differences...
...at a group dinner with Team Atlanta who recently decided to start a family.
Team Atlanta: I wish I could have a dirty martini.
Team Texas: Can you not have olives?
Team Atlanta: Vodka. I can’t have vodka.
Team Texas: Oh. Right. The vodka.
A new study pinpoints the most popular age.
great news guys...
Springtime wallowing music is totally allowed.
Soundtracking Wednesday...
Hah. No comment.
Soundtracking Thursday...
Soundtracking Sundaze
Soundtracking Monday...
Author really dislikes a drinking game called Swat... Author: I hate swat. Team America Baby Millennial: I know. Swat just makes a mess...it involves slapping-ne-swatting cups of beer about...Author is getting old.
A month ago...
Author is on an airplane bound for Mexico to chase some sun and attend a wedding for Team Mexico*…
Seatmate: Do you know how long the flight is?
Author: Oh. I’m not sure. I’m bad at checking unless it’s over, like, eight hours. I think this is maybe four hours?
Seatmate: Okay. Thank you.
Author was somehow right. The flight was four hours.
*Team Mexico and Team Korea are getting married!
Author had figured that stuff only existed in Japan or out West...