Bar None

Tonight was company night out at the official company after work bar - Whiskey Trader. Whiskey Trader is a midtown bar that caters to the young professional crowd - early to mid-20 somethings working in finance and a type of girl I like to call the slightly washed up sorority girl. You can find these girls at the gym too, slightly pudgy and sporting their greek gear, wearing visors and sunglasses during the summer and earmuffs and uggs during the winter, their faces puffy and red from the treadmill. They're usually friendly enough and it's by no means hogging if you and a wingman decide to push in for a friendly chat, but despite the lack of a grenade in the mix you won't feel like you've accomplished much if you do end up with one of these girls.

Tonight brought two surprises, the place was sausage fest central for the night (partially made up for by it being free popcorn night), and two, a girl I work with without any prompting asking me about the recent shift in my life (I guess she's a big facebook fan?). I got a free drink out of it and realized that I might have a closer connection with work people than I would have guessed.