However, that afternoon I received (hang on, time to channel Brando) ... "an offer I couldn't refuse." Free VIP ticks to the Blonde Readhead show at the Independent. Blonde Redhead, a beautiful music factory reminiscent of The Proclaimers reinvented as hipsters with a Toria Amos of sorts in the role of lead vocals - a band I've been following for some time now.
So, I chose a free night of food, best friend one-on-one time, drinks and music I adore - over trampolines, I know.
Sorry to my reading public. This is my formal apology for lagging in my responsibilities as this city's Social Media Examiner. I'm back, and the news is on again.
Today though, this is about more than news. I had a revelation at work while walking past the Mashable offices that share a wall with my company on the ninth floor of an office building in SOMA.
You see, I share an office space with the San Francisco syndicate of the venerable social media journalism monopoly. We work amid a cadre of Internet start-ups nested in various corners of the floor's available space, which is dwindling with each week. It's a coveted spot.
The ninth floor SOMA Central crowd is quite sociable, even for tech-heads. We throw a weekly floor-wide-invite happy hour, mainly to get to know our neighbors better and share a few brews at local spots. We've even been known to film a music video on the floor with all the businesses, together.
Team Mashable over the months of our shared residency though, has gained a noted reputation of anti-socialism when it comes to meeting up. Ironic, no?
Some on the floor venture the guess that they snub their nose at the smaller companies that they feel superior to the Lilliputian web ventures sharing their floor, or possibly consider themselves a serious business with a responsibility to the news and therefore, no time for monkey business.
Posted via email from Kellyfornia on the state of... well, things.
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