Friday, June 27, 2003

Today I attended a business lunch at an upscale golf course clubhouse. Present near this business meeting was a kid, about 21 or 22 years old, wearing an "official" hockey jersey over his preppy golfing gear (let's not forget it was 75 degrees and sunny today). He was in the back section of the clubhouse at the bar, wearing his sunglasses (i.e. the darkest part of the building) to give him that aura of "spoiled little rich kid rock star." He was hobknobbing with the bartender, who obviously didn't like him. New money. And in serious deserving of a beat down.