dinner with “the enemy,” notice use of air quotes
Two days ago, I had dinner at Google with Leonard and a bunch of Blogger folk.
For those that don’t know, Google serves lunch and dinner to their employees, all at no cost. The food is pretty posh: stuffed pork loin, grilled polenta, beverages in cans that were designed by industrial art students. House music is played while waiting in line. It’s kinda like being at Hometown buffet, except everyone is good looking and rich.
Evan (one of the co-founders of Pyra) and I have a pretty good rapport, even though I once hit on him in a drug-induced haze three years ago, have stopped using his blogging service and now work for a company that is seen as one of Google’s main competitors. Getting along is a good thing, since everyone at the table is working on confidential projects and it would be an hour full of uncomfortable silence otherwise. It also helps that everyone at the table is incredibly catty and sarcastic.
Evan: So how is Yahoo!? You guys developing anything new?
Ernie: Eh, just a small project or two. How about you guys?
Chris: I spent the past 30 hours Photoshopping the Blogger logo. It has rounded corners now.
Leonard: Whatever. You guys refresh E*Trade to see if your stock has IPO’ed yet.
Man at table behind us: …OH MY FUCKING GOD, DO YOU GUYS REALIZE THAT WE’RE GOING TO BE MILLIONAIRES? MILLIONAIRES!!! HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEARS!!!(Thousands of $100 bills fall from the ceiling like black and white balloons on New Years Eve. Some Russian guy brings out a giant paper mache effigy of a purple and yellow “Y!” and sets it on fire.)
Evan: …you’re not going to exaggerate this conversation and put this on the Internet, are you?
Ernie: Me? Naaah.
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