I feel like I had an unfairly enjoyable April Fool’s, almost suspiciously fun-filled.
Our esteemed CEO decided we all deserved lunch and ordered Parm to the office, which I’d been meaning to try. Not sure there’s a better unexpected lunch than an eggplant parmesan sandwich, garlic bread (a really excellent garlic bread), spiced garlic knots and assorted riccotta and buffalo mozzarella cheese
The pranks around the web were amusing, but I wasn’t “fooled” or gutted by any of them. Then after my evening plans were canceled, an old friend from London asked to grab a drink. We went to a charming bar that I only picked after a two second Google search due to its proximity to Grand Central (where he’d be arriving from).
Even after nearly two years, we spoke about everything from the environmental status quo to Chicago style grammar and made plans to hopefully see each other in the summer. There’s something so comforting about those friendships that take little to no maintenance, where catching up on missed months occurs with ease over brief drinks.
The on my way home, the cab driver talked the whole way about a snooty businessman who’d asked him to go through Time’s Square. I was a little fuzzy on the details, but the cab driver insisted this was a terrible plan even though the entitled businessman said he was paying. The mean passenger got out in a huff when the cabbie refused to go down 42nd street. According to my driver, it behooves cabbies to take the fastest route. I always assumed running into traffic increased the fare, which incentivized the drivers to find it, but he told that you get paid per mile. The amount of passengers is more important than the length of the trip, so he said. “People who have never had this job don’t understand!” He exclaimed. As one who has been known to weep while driving on the 10 freeway in LA, I wasn’t in any place to argue.
He said he’d gone to Wharton so we discussed Penn. He also said he was involved in finance until the criss and then he couldn’t do it anymore. He said he worked at a CLO. I recommended Black Swan to him as I do to anyone who strongly doubts or criticizes financial institutions.
He said I’d miss Penn a lot one day when I realized that I wasn’t surrounded by brilliant people anymore.
Needless to say, it was an eventful April first.