In the Company of Women
In the Company of Women
It was the first night of the week without a date. Frankly, I was relieved. I went to some posh young filmmaker’s party in a trendy hipster part of Shoreditch.
The drinks were free, fruity and fantastic. My favorite! I made sure I was adequately drunk before it turned into a cash bar.
A lot of my colleagues from work were there as well as some budding new filmmakers from NY, LA and Paris. I don’t remember too much about it other than talking to a male friend of one of my colleagues. I was telling this guy about my dating experiences. I probably bored him but he still managed to feign interest.
I along with Angelica and Miss Brella got ravenously hungry. We made a move. As we were walking out of the venue we bumped into our hot new Brazilian boss who was on his way in. We all giggled said hello / good bye and made our way towards Kingsland Road.
“Would you fuck him?” I asked Angelica. Angelica smiled. She thought about it for a second. “Yeah I would. Would you?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed, “but only because he’s a vice president. If he was just a producer or executive producer I wouldn’t bother.” She looked at me with mock shock. “Well, I can’t pretend otherwise!” I exclaimed.
“Would you?” I asked Miss Brella, “He thinks I’m so silly! After that big meeting we had I got so tongue tied and….” She went on and on but eventually agreed that if she didn’t have her beloved boyfriend that she would also bed our new boss.
The three of us had a such laugh. Eventually we ended up at a Vietnamese restaurant. I had forgotten how much fun it is to go out with other girls. This is something I should do more often.
It was the first night of the week without a date. Frankly, I was relieved. I went to some posh young filmmaker’s party in a trendy hipster part of Shoreditch.
The drinks were free, fruity and fantastic. My favorite! I made sure I was adequately drunk before it turned into a cash bar.
A lot of my colleagues from work were there as well as some budding new filmmakers from NY, LA and Paris. I don’t remember too much about it other than talking to a male friend of one of my colleagues. I was telling this guy about my dating experiences. I probably bored him but he still managed to feign interest.
I along with Angelica and Miss Brella got ravenously hungry. We made a move. As we were walking out of the venue we bumped into our hot new Brazilian boss who was on his way in. We all giggled said hello / good bye and made our way towards Kingsland Road.
“Would you fuck him?” I asked Angelica. Angelica smiled. She thought about it for a second. “Yeah I would. Would you?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed, “but only because he’s a vice president. If he was just a producer or executive producer I wouldn’t bother.” She looked at me with mock shock. “Well, I can’t pretend otherwise!” I exclaimed.
“Would you?” I asked Miss Brella, “He thinks I’m so silly! After that big meeting we had I got so tongue tied and….” She went on and on but eventually agreed that if she didn’t have her beloved boyfriend that she would also bed our new boss.
The three of us had a such laugh. Eventually we ended up at a Vietnamese restaurant. I had forgotten how much fun it is to go out with other girls. This is something I should do more often.
Labels: Brazilian, corporate optional, fishing from the company pier, girls' night out
posted by Naive London Girl at 3/19/2008 11:23:00 PM
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