Happy Hour with the New Coworkers

On Wednesday (my second day of work), a group of about 25 people from my company met up at the Galway Hooker pub, which was a 5-10 minute walk from the office. I walked there with my Art Director, Roy, and my contact/biggest cheerleader there, Grant. Grant bought me a drink, and we all hung out in a small room to the side that they had reserved. I met some new people, and although they definitely already had their own groups of friends, quite a few of them made the effort to come and talk to the "new girl." One girl that I talked to most was named Megan, so that will be easy to remember. I stayed until around 8, then headed home.

On Thursday, I got a text from my friend, Liz, who was also from SCAD (fashion major, and we worked in tours together). She and I had spoke a week or so prior, and she said she was coming to the city, and wanted to stay with me. She text me in the morning and said she'd be in around 1pm. I wouldn't be home, but arranged for Guevara to let her in, and she entertained herself for most of the day.

After work, I had plans with Lila for dinner. We met up in the East Village, at Una Pizza Napoletana (12th St btwn 1st & 2nd Ave). It's an old-school pizzaria, and they even have the wood-fired oven, and buffalo mozzarella, shipped in from Italy. We tried both the margherita and bianca pizzas, and they were both delicious. We also each had a glass of sparkling red wine. It was a bit pricey ($65 total), but worth it for an occasional treat.

After dinner, Lila wanted to see my apartment, so she and I took the train home. While walking home, we ran into Liz, who must have been on the same train. We all hung out in my apartment for a little bit, then Liz and I walked Lila back to the train station so she could head home (she has quite a commute).

Liz and I decided to grab a drink at one of the two local bars, Bar 169. They wanted to charge us an $8 cover to see the band, but I said that I lived around the corner, and the doorman waived it. Thank goodness he did, because the "band" was so bad, you couldn't have paid me to stay any longer than we did. Kelly Jo and the PREverts plain old suck. Por ejemple: "Speaking of hair ties, I've started a collection. There are so many in the city, you just find them everywhere. Girls, remember, if you don't belong, take your belongings! Speaking of cupid..." Whew. It was nothing shy of torture.

We headed back home, and Guevara convinced me to take Liz out to Good World, which is our other local bar. It has a much cooler scene, and the three of us (and his blind, deaf, arthritic Chihuahua, Henri), enjoyed a couple drinks and conversation there before we wrapped the night up.