Associate publisher, Keith Pray leads a parade of Primedia staffers from the office, down the hall, through the revolving doors, onto Madison Avenue, and into Mulligan's Irish Pub. On his way, he sings out:
"Kristina," I say, "you should go."
"To the bar? No. I'm going home."
"Kristina, you're a good girl. "You remind me of myself."
Let's go. Let's get drunk. Let's go. Let's get a beer.We've closed the issue. That's what all the singing signifies. As the parade passes Kristina's cube, it's all:
Come on, Kristina. Let's get drunk.And, then — really, this time — they're down the hall, through the revolving doors, onto Madison Avenue, and into Mulligan's Irish Pub. Singing, drinking. Drinking, drunk.
Kristina can't come. She's too young.
Come on, Kristina. Let's get drunk.
Kristina's in college: She drinks like a fish.
