Mighty J-Hal has struck out

I went to a private New Year's Eve party with a bunch of smarty Harvard kids at a bar in the Lower East Side last weekend. I didn't actually know any of the smarties, but I had a connection -- I was part of the connection's entourage. It wasn't nearly as chic or exclusive as it may sound.

At the party, I chatted with a girl named Geneva. Dumbass that I am, after she introduced herself, I said, "Like the Geneva Accord?" which I'm sure nobody has ever asked her. (Actually, most people probably say "Like the Geneva Conventions?" since they're just a wee bit more famous.) She said her parents were hippies and raised her as such, quickly following said disclosure by telling me she works for a hedge fund.

After I started talking about politics -- 0 for 2! -- she excused herself and went to the bathroom, saying "I don't want to talk about politics. I just makes me angry." When she came back, I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just sat down.

Despite my lameness, I still had a pretty good time.

Full disclosure: I edited this post because I stupidly wrote "Geneva Connections on my first attempt. I paid Boston University $140,000 to get this dumb.