Additional cocktails cut in the editing process:
“I wonder if TIME is hiring-tini”
“Newsweek staffers: please don’t fall (jump?) off the roof tonight-chiller.”
“Wow, there is seriously a LOT of booze under my desk right now-shooter.”
See you at the bar.
The official drinks menu for the fuck-everything-we’re-for-sale party on the roof of the Newsweek building tonight. I myself will be ordering off-menu, specifically:
- The I-hope-our-new-offices-will-at-least-be-in Manhattan
- The it’s-a-shame-we’re-so Old Fashioned
- The our-financial-outlook-is Dark & Stormy
I’ll be there, and ordering the 40-ounce to financial freedom.
Also, honestly, I have a very strong belief that this party will be, as the kids say, off the hook.
Uh, I guess I’ll just raise a can of Rainier and toast from home?