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...Cuban Perez Prado got America dancing sideways to mambo and cha-cha rhythms with his own "Patricia" and "Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White" (a French tune by Louiguy and Jacques Larue). A slew of instrumental hits traded in wanderlust: "Lisbon Antigua" (by Raul Portela, Jose Galhardo and Amaduedo Vale, recorded by Nelson Riddle), "The Poor People of Paris" (Marguerite Monnot's "La Goualante De Pauvre Jean," covered by Les Baxter), "Never on Sunday (Manos Hadjidakis), "Petite Fleur" (composed by expatriate jazz lion Sidney Bechet and Fernand Bonifay, and a 1959 hit for Chris Barber...
...most of us have stopped gloating shamelessly at the sight of 21-year-old ex-millionaires begging for jobs. Not me. So I went to a pink-slip party, where the laid off gather at bars to drink $3 Bud Lights and tequila shots and stand in line to chat up recruiters. I was going there strictly to mock...
...Pink-slip parties have become regular events over the past year in San Francisco, New York City, Seattle, Atlanta, Philadelphia, Denver and Tel Aviv, Israel, where losing a job is actually the most pleasant type of firing taking place in that country. Back in March, I tried to go to one in Manhattan thrown by a group of Web consultants called the Hired Guns, but when I showed up at Rebar at 8 p.m. I found two guys with power tools and surgeon's masks taking the place apart. You don't have to be Alan Greenspan to know...
...month later, I headed to the party's new location, Hush, which employed a velvet-rope-wielding bouncer who let guests in only if they said the words "pink-slip party"--making him the only doorman in the world trying to weed out the successful and well dressed. Upon entering, I was confronted by the two sure signs that a party won't be fun: most of the guests had just been fired, and everyone was forced to wear a wristband. Pink glow bands were given to the unemployed, green to recruiters and blue to "supportive friends." I liked...
Eager to get away from a friend who needed my support, I wrapped a pink glow stick around my wrist and waited for the recruiters to approach. None did. So after an hour, I walked up to Kenji Mitsuka, a producer at Drumbeat Digital, a Web development company. I asked Kenji if he could hook me up with a writing job. After listening to my qualifications, he asked me if I could write insurance brochures. I told him I could try, if Aetna didn't mind insurance brochures with penis jokes in them. Then he said, "You don't have...