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...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...
...part of the club scene, parapara might seem the antithesis of cool, but it's just the thing for a generation raised on Gameboys. At Isn't It?, the cigarette smoke is thick and the drinks of choice are Tequila shots for boys and peach fizzes for girls. In a room full of liquored-up teens and 20-somethings, you'd expect a little sexual tension. Instead, there's a vibe of intense concentration, almost studiousness, as the guys and girls, many with matching dyed-blond locks, go through the parapara motions between the tables and chairs, while staring...
...swinging Japanese are caught up in parapara. Toshi, black hair swooshing three inches off his blemish-free brow, has plenty of experience in parapara paradise as a bartendar at Isn't It? Watching his peers week after week dancing like automatons with a Tequila problem, Toshi has developed strong feelings. "I can't believe they find that dance fun?it makes me sick just looking...
...models told them they had a lead that was insurmountable. The margin would shrink, but then "it was just a matter of hanging on to the cliff by our fingers," remembers McKinnon. The problem is "each finger kept getting stepped on." He and Ferguson nipped out for a little tequila to calm their nerves. Rove, who was wearing his phone headset all evening, was calling a statistics professor in Texas for his analysis of how the numbers were running, and then yelling, "Get me Dowd!" to his secretary, whereupon Dowd would turn up with the latest news he had gathered...
...models told them they had a lead that was insurmountable. The margin would shrink, but then "it was just a matter of hanging on to the cliff by our fingers," remembers McKinnon. The problem is, "each finger kept getting stepped on." He and Ferguson nipped out for a little tequila to calm their nerves. Rove, who was wearing his phone headset all evening, was calling a statistics professor in Texas for his analysis of how the numbers were running, and then yelling, "Get me Dowd!" to his secretary, whereupon Dowd would turn up from an adjacent office where...