Packing Meat

I went to a bar in the meatpacking district Friday. It is trendy, indeed--just as trendy, in fact, as Sex in the City and numerous gossipy blog references had led me to believe. It is the sort of trendy where bouncers in suits keep people waiting in roped-off areas, like black-velvet holding pens. It is staggering-assortment-of-beautiful-women, as-if-it-were-a-network-TV-series, trendy. It is $12-drinks trendy.

Hardened New Yorkers know all of this, I suppose, and right now are yawning to the sound of sirens while some kid sprays graffiti on the outside of their apartment. Good for all of you; really. But I'm new here, and I see no reason to become jaded and apathetic any earlier than is necessary.