Kids

Went to a hedge fund industry happy hour at a swank bar on Central Park South with a bunch of business cards, thinking that business could be done there. Wrong. It was all beautiful bronze boys and girls shinnying up to each other, waitresses with major cleavage and 5 dollar seltzer and loud thumping music. Like a liquor ad, only it charges money.

So I went to the Harvard Club for a talk on private equity in Africa, which was more like it. Industry nerds of all colors.

On the way home, took the Dinkie (small train) to Princeton. No cabs. Rats! On the walk home, at midnight, a dodgeball tournament was letting out of the gym, and boys were roaring from the eternal pleasures of beer.