Needed a break, so me and some other freelance journalists spent last night boozing at a bar with consultants.
The consultants are in town for two months, and I'm pretty sure they could buy and sell each of us a dozen times over. One was from New York, so we talked about apartments. One was from India, and I talked to him about wars. He raved about Iraq, and then explained to me how the Pakistani/Indian conflict was perfectly logical. And there was the British guy, who was friendly, hardy drinking, self-effacing.
Dandy time. Only conversational speed bump came when I tried to defend the merits country music to the consultants. Defending the country is like defending the Republican party: You'll never convince someone's who's attached to their skepticism.
And, I gotta go again.
