Over at the bar is a paunchy creative director, his lank hair spilling out of a Red Sox hat. He looms drunkenly over the tiny blond account girl, who wide-eyed and tipsy herself is excited to be sitting at the table with the creatives. She giggles at the CD’s frank talk of sex and is more than a little excited to be the center of this famous man’s attention. They will both ignore the ring on the man’s left hand and stumble up to room 806. The man’s thick, dull fingers will struggle with the eye hook clasp of her Victoria’s Secret push-up bra. She will reach back and undo it herself and really, we only have ourselves to blame.

June 15th, 2008