I've off for two weeks. Sweet. Suite.
Company mandates you take two weeks off in a row, I guess so they can rifle through your shit and make sure you ain't robbing the company. Fine by me. The weather in NY (the whole east coast really) is never better then mid-late September.
This messaged has been brought to you by El Padrino, who is off for the next two weeks and wants you to feel jealous.
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Hello, Clarice... I do hope the lambs have stopped screaming.
NY has the better company mandated vacations
so the party is at your place??
~dangles the vodka bottle~
I'll bring drinks!!!
going to any fav spots??
keeping it all local super, but that's the beauty of nyc, maybe some central park, some rock center maybe
2 weeks?????? Yep ... officially jealous ... here's hoping by the time you get back, the Phils have overtaken the Muts.
Quoting from Thomas Harris' book:
"A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling."
Wish the film had stuck to the book. A culture vulture like Lecter wouldn't be seen dead guzzling a common country wine plonk like Chianti. Amarone della Valpolicella is so much more like him.
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