Sitting at a table for four, then five, then more at the Clubhouse Terrace Restaurant at the Del Mar Race Track, where your horse just won and your margarita just arrived – and just in time to neutralize that spicy guacamole that you generously consumed along with sizeable samples from the cheese platters and fruit trays that are all on someone else’s tab. You can run it off this weekend cruising around Coronado with your training group, injured ankle be damned.
It’s sunny, but you’re cool. There’s parking lot gridlock, but you found the perfect spot. You think that you might have told the best “best drinking story,” but you aren’t sure. And you don’t care, not after learning the woman across from you is having a baby girl and the guy next to you used to be an actor and had parts in shows you know, like CSI, and movies you don’t, like some indie film starring John Malkovich.
And here’s the best part: on Tuesday, he's going to work just two cubicles away from you – you with the new job, fancy work wardrobe and office window with a view.