CALABASH!

Uh, my interview ends at 7. I will need food, beer, and I am not hip.

Let's meet up somewhere along the F train. Or the C train. Eh, fuck, I'm easy: somewhere south of 42nd, please.

By the by, is anyone coming out tomorrow who could plausibly wear a size 32 jean? I have these totally awesome (secondhand but now very clean!) Sergio Valente jeans, high-waisted and normal-legged and a little bit early-1980s skanky, and they just don't fit me.

could plausibly wear a size 32 jean?

Not I, said the stocky woman.

I might make it for one drink and have to split -- I've got a couple of briefs to write this week and people keep talking to me.

I got no idea on places. We could go back to O'Reilly's, they serve food, but they were lame as anything.

Sound like cute jeans! But why, oh, why is high-waisted stuff coming back into style? I do not wish my boobs to rest on my waistband! (Granted, this was probably more of a problem with fit rather than the cut, but I was 13, and I am scarred.)

But why, oh, why is high-waisted stuff coming back into style? I do not wish my boobs to rest on my waistband!

Oh, you people. Not two weeks ago there was an anguished discussion here about how all the women's jeans nowadays require a bikini wax to wear. Never satisfied, the lot of you.

I was happy to see the high-waisted jean come back, but then I go and get a pair that doesn't fit properly AT ALL and the bloom is off the rose, as it were.

5: I really like lower-cut jeans.

It's a golden mean thing. The 80's high-cut ones are ugly on my body-type: I'm shortwaisted, apparently like Cala. But the really low cut ones are awful on anyone who isn't seventeen and svelte. I like a jean hitting me right at or below the navel.

I might make it for one drink and have to split -- I've got a couple of briefs
Sheesh, someone else can wear the pants. Sounds like you're a little overly cautious, though.

These pants hit me at the lowest rib. Or they would if the crotch weren't sagging down towards my knees. I don't know what era of crack-smokin' sizing these jeans date from, but they are officially the Wrong Size for me. Can nobody take them off my hands?

I'm going to throw out Fresh Salt again -- a cozy, charming, casual bar downtown (near the Seaport, actually, but not part of the awful mall complex). They serve sandwiches and soup and play excellent music at conversation-friendly levels. A quick walk from the Fulton St. subway, which has many train lines. A reasonable cab ride from anywhere south of 14th and close-in Brooklyn. I like this bar so much I commute from Brooklyn to drink there.

They have an awesome little silver ram's head ensignia on the back pocket? Anyone?

Shit.

I would if you weren't already five inches taller than me. But it sounds like I could fit into those jeans up to my shoulders.

We'll cut off the bottom five inches on the legs! No problemo!

Is the other thread the fashion thread?

Fresh Salt.

Other suggestions? I'm feeling parched.

I do not wish my boobs to rest on my waistband!

Now you have gone and ruined my mental Cala image. I vaguely recall beautiful wedding pictures. Now, I can only think of this horrible image.

I like Fresh Salt! It's a little out of the way, but very peaceful.

That's two subway stops for me, so I can do that just fine.

I might come, and I do wear 31/32 jeans (damn things - either too tight after washing or too loose after a couple days) but I'm a bit taller than you and probably of the wrong gender to wear them

Fresh Salt looks nice but I will have to figure out how to get there.

What subway will you be near (or a rough address if you don't know)?

4, I think. Near 51st.

4% spandex! They'd look good on somebody who normally wears a 34, I think!

So the pants are too big for Ogged?

You get on the 6 at 51st and Lex and take it one stop downtown to 42d. Get off and cross the platform to take the 4 or the 5 three stops to Fulton, and then look at Bave's linked map to get you the last two blocks.

Those jeans sound nice but the length...the length...

25: Oh, that sounds easy. And getting back will be easy, too.

Should we say 8pm, then? Will anyone be there earlier?

The only thing is that I can't remember if it's Fulton or Nassau -- the same subway stop has different names on different lines. But it's the third stop after 42d street: 14th, then B'klyn Bridge/City Hall, then you get off at the next stop, which is called either Fulton or Nassau.

I could be there at 7:30. I'm going to have to wimp out pretty early.

Cala, when you get off the 4/5 at Fulton, you will need to follow the signs inside the station to the right exit -- that platform is the farthest from where you want to be. It's a little confusing, so just keep following the signs to the 2/3 platform. Then, before you take the stairs down to the 2/3, take the nearest exit (to Fulton Street).

You then walk downhill on Fulton, take a left at the Gap in that horrid cobblestone mall, and take the next right (Beekman). Fresh Salt is one or two doors down on the far side of the street.

I'll come at 7:30, too. If I have time, maybe I'll drop by Century 21 on my way and get some new clothes. That other thread is making me paranoid.

I'll be there by 7:30 at the latest. Happy hour ends at 8, y'all.

Never satisfied, the lot of you.

And that's a promise, laydeeez.

I can be there by 7:30, for sure. (And yay! Meetup convenient for me!)

Cala, if you need more detailed directions, you can try HopStop. It will tell you what subways to take and even how to walk to and from the station. Fresh Salt's address is 146 Beekman St.

Also, I'll email you my cell number for in case you get lost.

Never mind. I can't make it. Sorry to make you all plan and then cancel plans and I'm really sorry. But it isn't going to work out tomorrow night.

Aw, crap. This is actually better for me, because I really do need to spend all available time between now and Friday writing, but I wanted to show up despite that. Nonetheless, drat.

I'm so sorry. I'm literally in tears here, but I just had a massive fight over this AND the interview.

No, no. No one should ever cry over Unfogged, even a little. (Or over a job interview, come to think.) Don't be sorry -- there's no obligation to show up in person to entertain us.

Don't cry, BoBala! Think how much less jealous the Californians are going to be now.

Wh...what? Oh, Cala! I'm so sorry! Fights are the worst.

This is true. There was particularized Californian bitterness, of which I was aware, which will now be moot.

:-(

Calamity indeed. I am sad.

Sorry.

I should probably cancel the interview.

OMG, Cala. Are you... okay? Do you wanna talk about it?

Hang in there, Cala. This too shall pass.

They always say that, and then it turns out that what passes after this is more shit.

I should probably cancel the interview.

Nah. Take a few minutes, go for a walk, call an Unfogger.

Yeah, if there's anything I can do, email or call (I think you know my name, and googling it gives you my office number).

Awww, Cala, I'm sorry to hear it. Fights are miserable.

What ogged said, combined with what AWB and LB said. Hang in there!

I'll be okay. I should go to my dance class now.

Do the Flashdance dance, I'll bet that works.

I'm doing a bellydancing dance. I have a hip scarf that jingles.

49: OK, my anecdote: I had a huge ugly fight with my girlfriend as she was driving me to callback interviews with a very good law firm that I was pretty interested in. I was bad enough in the interviews that a family friend who was a partner there took me out to lunch not long after to offer advice so I'd have a chance elsewhere, in the course of which he mentioned an interviewer's comment that's stuck with me: "The only interesting thing this guy has ever done was to drop out of Harvard, and that was probably a bad idea." And yet I did end up in a perfectly good job. Almost 20 years later the girlfriend, now wife, means a hell of a lot more than that or any other job I've had, despite all sorts of self-induced and non-self-induced shit we've been through since.

It does pass. Sometimes it gets worse before it gets better, but it does pass.

On reflection, probably the wrong anecdote. But you've got a day to recover before the interview! And we're all sending good vibes your way!

I actually thought Not Prince Hamlet's anecdote was a good one. Part of marriage of realizing the fights are just temporary things. The beauty of a commitment is the realization that you can get royally pissed off at someone and they will still be there the next week. It will cool off.

Dammit, I knew I was tempting the fates when I named this thread.

And, Cala, if you need anything, you've got my email and number. Anytime!

Thanks. I'll be okay. The downside of a commitment is the realization that you can get royally pissed off at someone and can't make them not your problem any more without a lot of paperwork.

I really don't want to interview tomorrow. I was looking forward to it before but now it's going to be hard to care about whether Pretend Company X should move into Pretend Country Y.

Take a couple of hours to think about it, then have another argument, then think some more. We all can meet up another time.

One's vantage point is always so important.

I read this and think, "ah, yes, but the upside of a commitment is the realization that she can get royally pissed off at me and cannot make me not her problem any more without a lot of paperwork."

Oh and to pick up your "shopping for suits sucks" topic, Cala -- boy howdy does it. I think it's even worse than usual now at the end of the season. I tried to go shopping tonight and almost every single suit had the same issue: the bottoms that were left were in sizes 0, 2, 4, 6, and 8 and the jackets that were left were in sizes 10, 12, 14, and 16. Who the hell is that going to help???

Marriage vow: I promise that no matter how pissed off I get at you, I will not leave forgive you.

Shopping voodoo: Be clueless about the end of the season, then you will not be disappointed.

The 16/0 combination would be funny.

The tailor had forgotten about my suit jacket. It was a good thing I stopped in at three. But he apologized and fixed it right away!

Who the hell is that going to help???

The mushroom people, I guess.

There was particularized Californian bitterness, of which I was aware, which will now be moot.

Don't worry. We have strategic reserves of bitterness.

The mushroom people, I guess.

As long as the bottoms are skirts -- those thick central monolegs make trousers completely out of the question.

Sympathy to Cala. Fights are wretched.

that sucks Cala. this is the part where I can't think of anything helpful to say.

68: Alaska is cold for a meetup.

Cala it's okay I will take a bus down to New York in a pantsuit and pretend to be you.

Alaska is cold for a meetup.

The reserves are off-shore. We'd have to get permission from the Coastal Commission to tap them, but deals can be made.

73: Please do this. We promise to call you Cala.

74: Palo Alto has their own service.

I went shopping for pants recently and at one store there was just about only under 30 or over 36 for the normal looking stuff, and consistently hideous stuff between 30 and 36.

Anyway, sorry about the meetup.

Sending virtual CALAMINE lotion! Hope you have a better day tomorrow.

YOU CAN HAS INTERVIEW
I KNOWS IT

Much sympathy, Cala.

It is pissing down rain. Pissing. So not only am I going to have to care about Pretend Company's widget share, I'm going to have to do so after having ruined my new shoes.

Motion to move the Northeast somewhere non-sucky.

I think you're supposed to put your nice shoes in a plastic bag inside a big Saks Fifth Ave. or Prada shopping bag, and wear your wellingtons out in the rain.

Speaking of pissing down...

Also, I had to walk home in the rain today. Wah.

I'm really sorry to miss this meetup, since I would love to meet Cala.

80. Seconded. How about we all just stowaway in Beck's luggage? Move the Northeast to Costa Rica.

Is it possible to miss a meetup that isn't happening?

I walked home in the rain and by gum I loved it!

Well, no.

I did walk home in the rain,though.

Is it possible to miss a meetup that isn't happening?

Of course.

But I'm a complete idiot, because I hadn't read the thread.

If you guys don't like rain, you probably don't want to move to Costa Rica.

I was actually worried that plans changed again and I was missing out.

You guys could still meet, you know. Just without Cala.

And you can miss Cala, whether or not she's in New York.

That doesn't seem to have happened, though. (Note "seems" - there could still be a secret meetup right now.

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I miss Cala always and everywhere. And I'm trying not to get paranoid about a secret meetup happening without me at my favorite bar.

You could also have a meetup, say, tomorrow.

94: oh. My. God. It's so fun! Everybody's calling me Cala and -- I wouldn't have guessed this -- I love my new heels!

Damn, and I really wanted to see your ass in that pantsuit, Tweety.

Like a charcoal gray wool Uluru!

I was going to suggest that we meet anyway but then my evening got suddenly complicated. Another time!

Yeah, and I had a vitally necessary evening of being in the office getting shouted at by partners, culminating in the words "I've given notice already."

100. That sounds like a very satisfying retort. Did they quit shouting?

100: That sounds like a sequence from a sitcom. "See this notice? NOTICE. notice."

101: No, it was actually quite unpleasant and upsetting.

None of the other interviewees wanted to make friends and go out to dinner. Either they all have fabulous lives, or sticks up their asses.

Perhaps having a stick up one's ass is fabulous?

I vote for 2. They might be fabulous sticks though.

Or a fabulous ass.

Of all the pwns in all the threads on all the blogs you had to be there, heebie.

I could use a Fresh Salt night tomorrow, my friends. Thoughts?