Even if I do think it's clever to discreetly put it on the books as"Mr. X's cocktail party," the supposition that multiple colleagues of mine WON'T get very drunk and start asking the hostess where the "Lehman Brothers Holiday Party" is, just demonstrates a gross lack of judgment.
Then again, I think the whole world knows that "good judgment" was a characteristic that left these persons the moment they received their first Lehman's paycheck back in their early 20's.
I'm sorry but my holiday sweater depicting a polar bear with holly around its neck is basically couture compared to the tackiness of what I saw tonight.
Sure, I understand these guys have gone from being worth multi-millions of dollars to maybe just a million and that we all need some outlet for depression...but really? A holiday party for your now non-existent firm that rang in our new era of bankruptcy, foreclosures, sub-prime blibbity blahs, and Mardi Gras parades getting canceled?
Jesus, if you absolutely need to celebrate right now, just go buy yourself a barrel Johnny Walker Blue Label and drink the whole goddamn thing in your Park Avenue apartment.
I, personally, am self-medicating with some Yellowtail Merlot to ease my way into this recession, but you don't see me slugging it down publicly in the F-train station in front of my resident homeless guy, while crying about how much better Le Clos du Caillou Chateauneuf de Pape Reserve is.
Whatever, Lehman Brothers. You won--I totally hate humanity tonight.
p.s.--consider non-disclosure agreements next time. i mean, unless you like everyone knowing how utterly tacky you are while going down in flames. which i guess you do.
