Guess what? I'm back in Chicago again for work. Yep. Second time in two weeks. Did I mention that I'll be here next week, too? And the week after that?
I know your social calendar is probably jam-packed (not to mention I'm a total stranger), but I was wondering if you'd be up for grabbing a drink? Or dinner? Or a morning walk along the Mag Mile (don't I talk like I've lived here forever?). Or anything that will get me away from my coworkers for even just two minutes?
I'm pretty tired of eating together, working together, going to the bathroom together. They even creeping their way into my dreams.
I'm much rather be downing margaritas with you, getting to know each other, talking memoirs and shit (because I'm writing one, you know? A memoir. That will have to take a turn for the boring if I have to keep going on these work trips.)
Just shoot me an email – I can be ready on a dime. I've all these cute clothes that are being wasted on strategy analysts and beige conference room walls.