Refresher course for my return to West Village:
Uniform
Midtown: Suit, tie, clean-shaven. Maybe a pair of hilarious, but tasteful shoes
West Village: Black shirt, blue jeans, sport coat. Beard and jacket optional depending upon level of creative genius
Office
Midtown: shiny high rise with boast-worthy amenities
WV: Outside – grubby. Inside – wood floors, do-it-yourself kitchen and a pool table.
Lunch
Midtown: Shall we have tuna and turkey wraps brought in from the building caterer or go out for either sushi or pasta?
WV: Order seamless or try the new Peruvian Japanese joint – it has ten tables and is amazing?
Sighting on the street
Midtown: Activist investor or flavor-of-the-month business luminary
WV: Movie star, musician, artist or ad agency exec who wishes to be one of the aforementioned
Hurricane Sandy black out
Midtown: Did you see the New Yorker cover with that photo of Manhattan? I had no idea there was a storm
WV: First of all, we were one day away from a midnight raid, running up there in loincloths, brandishing sticks to steal coffee for our bellies and power for our iphones. Second of all, the basement just dried up last week.