Nov 27, 2022
“Week of November 27th, 2022: The green fairy”
Wealth Wars dialogue continued…
“It’s two a.m. already?” I asked stunned at how quickly the time had gone, more stunned at how un-exhausted I was at such a late hour. “I’ll have to get back, I’m supposed to be heading into the office with your father tomorrow morning to discuss potential positions,” I said leaning over toward Preston.
“I wouldn’t worry about it Jonah,” Preston said trying to convince me to relax. “We’ll probably discuss most of the details at breakfast and then head over to the office in the afternoon,” he said matter-of-factly in a nonchalant manner, as though it were standard fair for a typical day.
“What time is breakfast?“ I asked uncertain about staying out much later. “I was planning on being up by seven.“
“Seven?!” Preston shouted with stunning confusion. “What do you think this is Jonah, the army? I would say more between nine to nine-thirty.”
It was at that moment that I knew my previous conception of time would need to become radically altered.
“I’ll bring some bagels around then, we’ve got to teach these out of towner’s what city life is all about,” said Julie.
“That’s all good but that’s also all tomorrow. For now let’s focus on having the best possible time for the remainder of the evening,” said pouring out another round of shots from the bottle on the table.
Right as he poured another shot into my glass I looked up to see the swarming bodies on the dance floor part, a narrow passage opened up into a channel
