A classic journal extract concerning the fateful night I accidentally ended up getting extremely boozed with the 1%, & some supplementary thoughts about class
This was excellent, and I'm already loving the Sharers, not owners piece you linked to.
What you wrote about having less than five dollars to your name reminded me of something. When I lived in London one of my jobs was working on the door at a club. The promoters insisted that nobody get in for free, even if they were on the guestlist they had to pay 3 quid. Of course, I sometimes let people in for free, but it took me a while to learn the difference between "I have no money/tiny amount of money to my name" (literally, and how I had always used and understood it) and "I have no money/tiny amount of money to my name" (literal millionaires when they don't have cash on them and don't want to go to an ATM).
fascinating vignette, with vinegar
Between this and the night you wound up in the cigar bar, you seem to have quite the knack for drinking adventures!
Oh yeah in Christchurch? That was actually a French restaurant!
Ah, that’s right! Well, if you ever get up to New York City, let me know, and I’ll take you to a proper cigar bar. 🙂
Awesome! It's non-zero probability
This was excellent, and I'm already loving the Sharers, not owners piece you linked to.
What you wrote about having less than five dollars to your name reminded me of something. When I lived in London one of my jobs was working on the door at a club. The promoters insisted that nobody get in for free, even if they were on the guestlist they had to pay 3 quid. Of course, I sometimes let people in for free, but it took me a while to learn the difference between "I have no money/tiny amount of money to my name" (literally, and how I had always used and understood it) and "I have no money/tiny amount of money to my name" (literal millionaires when they don't have cash on them and don't want to go to an ATM).