Sitting in Purple, sipping a flight of Argentinian

That's just damn fancy for drinking slightly filled glasses of red wine. Four of them, all in a row. I may have to order duckling to tackle this.

Oh the pain.

Purple has a splendid tower of wine bottles sprouting up from the ground floor. Where I sit, in the lofted lounge, I can see the whole ground floor. Mikey should be walking through the front doors soon. He, like I, had a late Friday afternoon interview. Guess what the weather is outside? Raining. And I'm in Purple. So it's a good thing they're piping some good electronic groove in here or I'd have a serious attack of the 1980s in my ear. 

Could I, would I, get a job? I would love to work in Seattle again. Nice folks. But pretty darn corporate -- wonder if they liked me. Think I'll sip on more wine ...