The Bluechecks Really Are THIS Scared

In a relic (one of the few I have left) of my time as a card-carrying member of the media elite, I am on a mailing list for an occasional New York City get-together called “Drinks With Journalists.”

I don’t think I’ve ever gone – we moved to the sticks a while back – but I still get the emails. Sorta nice, recherche du temps perdu and all that. We were reporters once and young….

I digress. (Unbelievable but true, I used to be proud I worked for The New York Times.)

Anyway. As you might imagine, the parties stopped a while back, because Covid.

But last month, an email popped up in my box, Drinks With Journalists was back. Dec. 16. 6 p.m. A bar in Brooklyn (naturally).

A march to a re-opened world… we thought everyone could use a drink.” Amen to that.

Now, the organizers weren’t taking any chances. They had chosen a place that had lots of seating “outside and well-ventilated.” And they wanted everyone vaccinated, which meant my perfect record of non-attendance would continue. (I admit, I did wonder what kind of reception I’d get if I showed. Probably best not to find out.)

Still, I was glad to see the invite. For two years, Brooklyn has been filled with scared people stuck in little apartments. Good on them to break the spell.

Yesterday, they confirmed the party was a go: “the festivities tomorrow evening are very much on.”

Or not. About two hours ago this popped up in my mailbox:

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