Good Day, New York!
At the risk of veering into dangerously cheery territory, we want to say this: On our way to work, very early this morning, we passed by the wide variety of New Yorkers whose job requires them to be in Manhattan by seven. To a man (and woman), they were all yawning. We had a momentary surge of camaraderie, the feeling that, you know, these are our people, that our job is to somehow make their day a little bit brighter. We know it's raining, it's gray, autumn's coming early, etc., but we're going to try and be the best Gawkers we can be today: Everyone who's still on this godforsaken island and forced to suffer the cruel lashes of employment deserves no less. We make no promises, but we're going to be very deliberate in our attempts to suck a little less through Friday. Either way, cocktail weenies are totally back! How could it not be a good week?
