Tuesday Night Adventures

Straight night at the gay bar is evidently quite the popular night in NNYC, so the girls wanted to go at 8:30 get stamps and then come back at a much more civilized 10pm. This sounded good to me, but as I worked late, I was not nearly ready at 8:30 to go to the bar, so while they were dressed to the nines, I was in flip flops and a t-shirt. Evidently the bar on Tuesdays doesn't have in and out privileges until 10:30, so I left the girls at the bar, went home and got dressed.

I figured that since they were probably drinking while waiting for me that I should have a predrink or 2 before I left. The obvious choice was tequila shots, so I called The Significant Other, just so I wouldn't be doing tequila shots alone.

I headed to the bar, managed to talk my way in without standing in line (nor had to grease the bouncer - score!) and got down to business with the girls: $3 highballs. The words "it got messy quick" are an understatement. We met up with a couple guys that one of the girls knew. One of them claimed to be a stock broker and he and I may or may not have gotten in a fight once I discovered that he was infact not a stock broker at all, but a wannabe stock broker that didn't even know about the certifications you need to be a stock broker (he was trying to tell me about CFA - I think not!) One of them was a fire fighter, who I declared the most yummy of the 3 and spent the whole night trying to get my friend Brunnette to hook up with him by shouting out lines like:

"You can slide down his pole"

"He'll let you play with his hose"

"Let him take care of your fire"

You get the jist. I may have self-high-fived yesterday morning over my cleverness.

I left a little after midnight as I was way too drunk for life, and decided that I needed to get something to eat on my way home. Somehow I decided that I needed $25 worth of sushi right then (including dumplings) and then tried to eat it as I walked home.

I managed to COVER myself in all sauces japanese and got a seriously harsh look from the dry cleaner yesterday when I dropped my dress off. Classy, very classy. I then called The Significant other, said naughty things to him, which I have since begged him never to repeat, and passed out.

I think the gods were working against me fairly harshly, as yesterday morning was not pretty and I got stuck working until after 11.

Starting Fresh

Sooooooo I haven’t been doing a great job of writing this, because I’m struggling with silly things like, do I actually have enough ridiculous things to share that people might want to read (yes!) and what level of detail, so I can stay anonymous.

So I’m restarting per say from the beginning, and we’ll go from there.

Me: I’m a freshly minted banker. I didn’t go to a target school, in fact I’m from Canada, so we’ll call school The NT (non-target – we loved acronyms there). I’m banking in a city that is Not New York (NNYC), so the whole NNYC experience hopefully will give a fresh twist to this. This blog is meant to dialogue my trials and tribulations of being a female investment banking with a non-finance (business, but non-finance) back ground.

NT was, as I hope most people’s university experience was, just like summer camp with alcohol. I lived in the residences my first year, and given we went out at least 4 nights a week; it’s a miracle I passed anything. As far as exams were concerned, it was kind of like an obstacle course that spanned many days, and when I got on the airplane on my way home for holidays following exams, I was so absolutely at the end of my rope, I knew I won.

The Cast:

The Student – our co-op student, an immigrant from an Eastern European country is a workhorse and a half, and is not one for over-zealous use of words. Unfortunately he goes back to school in the fall, but he signed an offer to join us next fall, so perhaps he will be a recurring character

The Salad – the 2^nd year analyst, an engineer in a past life with a Masters Degree, eats salad from home everyday without fail, I don’t even make it to the grocery store with regularity; how he manages to make salad everyday is a complete mystery.

The Bottle – no, not an alcohol bottle (sadly) 3^rd year analyst is the epitome of someone who wanted to be an ibanker the first time he drank from a bottle. Also, oddly, seriously enjoys manga (which I learned is some type of old anime)

The Cyclist – the 2^nd year associate. I’m fairly certain lives only a 15 minute walk to the office, yet insists on biking to work everyday, and using an entire office to store his bike. Is approximately 30, which is quite seasoned to only be a 2^nd year associate.

The Parents - my VP, VP&D (VP Director) and MD

The Significant Other – Met last year in a random inter-corporate event, have been dating for about a year, and we’re doing the long distance thing. Makes for some interesting drunk dials on weekends, and wonderful once or twice monthly trips to visit.