Love Letter to Houston: Booze and Breakdancing
I spend the morning at Caroline, working on fliers for The Useless Critic (hey, that's this site!). If you’re in NYC, you might spot them floating around. The internet at the Collective is terrible, but the relative quiet is nice. I also meet some of Caroline’s members, all of whose names I’ve completely forgotten. Sorry guys and gals! Later that night, Caroline hosts this party for Houston’s Ted conference. Have you heard of Ted ? Check it out if you haven’t. I scurry around the party, trying my best to not be a wallflower and failing most of the time. There are some interesting people there, but most of them seem too involved in their own importance. This one guy reminded me of one of those Nigerian scam emails (only he wasn’t Nigerian, and he didn’t ask for money, but the feeling was still there). After a while I left the party and hung out with Snacktimehighfive, who did a good job straddling the line between cute and infuriating. I read some more of the book I ...