I look all around and never find Rajeev nor his mysterious Indian friend.
The party gets kind of boring, so I take a first look at the DAC program.
I try to discreetly
slip out the door, but people seem to weirdly keep watching me.
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 Finally, I decide to leave. I tell Aart and Wally thanks for this party
with the weird invite and head out to Bourbon St.
As I'm leaving, I hear Aart whispering behind me: "That's
bullshit, Wally! Trying doesn't count! He had to succeed! That Indian guy no one knows stopped him. I won the bet! You owe me some money..."
It never stops. Those EDA guys are always squabbling over something.
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 Hey, this place looks fun. I look around to make sure that no one sees
me entering such a sleezy place.
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 Now I know it's fun. Gary Smith found this place before I did. Gary seemed very surprised & a bit angry to seem me as he quietly muttered something under his breath about how he now (too?) also owed Aart money. "Damn. That blasted Dutchman is going to lord this over me for the next 6 months."
I thought it wise to look around and see who else was here since Gary wasn't being so much fun right then.
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 Oh, look, there's Mike Santarini! Places like this are a reporter's home away from home. "Heeeeey, John! Have you seen
Rajeev around??? If we find him, maybe we can get him to pay for our drinks! Gary says he doesn't
know us here."
We never did find Rajeev that night.
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