A 30-something, loud, plastic, new-money Seattleite and friends get together for a late night bite to eat and a few rounds of drinks. Table number one. Oh my god, look what I am in for. This is the type of table I love to hate: drinkers, easy money, but stuck up and snobby. I roll my eyes, and prepare to greet them. Grey goose martini, up,
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