If New York was the woods and if I was hunter and people under the age of 25 were big game, I ‘d be really excited. I’d take my big, bright orange, plastic shotgun and go a-huntin’. Intern huntin’.
Interns are everywhere right now. This morning I went into Starbucks and I saw these two cute lil’ kiddos who are just oozing with “OMG! I have an internship in NYC!” with their hip new clothes and fresh faces and reading of danon lit’n’fit yogurt labels. Ladies, it’s yogurt. It doesn’t matter what’s in it, it’s not going to be bad for you.
Unless someone puts a nail in there. Then it would be bad for you. But who would eat something with a nail in it?
Last night I went out drinking with my ex-co-worker and when he bailed I was drunk enough to go hang out with 3 cool kids from Arizona State (Go Sun Devils! A devil from the hottest planet! That’s the worst kind of Devil!). They were very nice. They kept talking about Skee ball. But then we just played Big Buck Hunter. I don’t remember what else I talked to them about. I’m pretty sure I was mostly unintelligible.
Also there were lunch boxes on the wall of the bar (if anyone knows this bar, please tell me because I don’t remember the name or the streets) and we reminisced about them. You know, the old metal ones with cartoon characters on them? I quizzed them as to the name of one of the Sesame Street characters. No one knew. I was ashamed of them.
I said “You idiots! Her name is Margaret Cho!” They didn’t get the joke. Since it was a reference to my blog and they don’t read my blog…and since it was a reference to the future.
I think gave them my business card. I wonder if they’ll google me and find this terrible blog with this random post.
At any rate. Welcome interns. I hope you fill all your skee-ball playing desires in this, our city of New York.