Mattias, a.k.a. unagi, came to town. In need of some elevation we headed for Park Hyatts New York bar 52 floors up for cigarrs and a few cosmopolitically correct drinks. No, not cosmopolitan – long island ice tea. Hold the mint, straw and most of the coke. I don’t do drinks that comes in a pointy cylinder-shaped glass.
We talked about sex on spacecrafts, private trains and the good old days of Razorfish Tokyo; representatives from Sony in sweaters and jeans.
Aah, the days when you could afford to look sloopy.