I would be lying if i told you the job i was let go from was a dream job. actually, it was the furthest thing from it. so after the initial ego bruise wore off and i finished sulking and sleeping in, i began to celebrate.
And apparently all of new york was celebrating too. this recession is like one big party with the entire 8.5% in attendance monday-thursday until 2, 3, 4 a.m with no one to answer to, no work to bring home at night, no job to go to hung over the next morning. now this. is. freedom.
of course i couldn't do it alone and my loosely-employed, could-work-from -home-but-rather-get-dressed-up-and-wear-that-missoni-dress-to-work roommate came with to toast this newfound freedom.
my weeknights have officially become my weekends and look something like this:
monday: balthazar's
tuesday: hotel delmano
wednesday: soho house (so not my scene but whatever)
thursday: rose bar (always wanted to go here, now have an excuse. what excuse? i've been laid off and I deserve it).
friday: i think little frankies because i was burnt out and needed some comfort food (read: pizza and vino)
it all seems so shameless but i have nothing but time on my hands and severance in my pocket. that, and right now a stiff drink and some fabulously unemployed new yorkers are the only things making me feel better about this inevitable long road ahead.
more on that later. for now, i'm partying like it's 2009.
enjoy the pics. special thanks to the bus boy for making the last one feel candid.
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