Stephen Mejias

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:

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.
Kristina can't come. She's too young.
Come on, Kristina. Let's get drunk.
Kristina's in college: She drinks like a fish.

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," I say, "you should go."

"To the bar? No. I'm going home."

"Kristina, you're a good girl. "You remind me of myself."