proper ap style
not AP Style but AP Style.
last night i suckered an ap writer plus-one into taking me out to dinner. we went to a civilized irish pub (i know, sounds like an oxymoron, but trust me). lagger that i am, i was late. they greeted me with an almost-empty bottle of white wine and headlines they claimed to have been thinking about to explain my whereabouts like "date with death." i was almost lucky enough to get my name on the ap wire!
after polishing off the bottle, they began divulging some of the mysterious ways of this venerable institution. surprisingly accessible and open to discussing their experience and thoughts on journalism and being journalists, they were fun and funny and totally not jaded, unlike, say, screenwriters or copywriters. they generously offered up tricks of the trade and suggestions on how to get access to institutions like the nypd that could give a shit about talking to a student who will be lucky to get her stories published on her own blog (as editor of my blog, i would never subject anyone else to reading the shite i've written for school. you kidding me?!)
i had a lovely steak, medium rare, that came with veggies that were nicely sauteed in garlic and butter, crisp and fresh and not at all gay or overextended by having to compete with an organic miniature dean and deluca garden party. i was also lucky enough to coax an ashtray my way and got to SMOKE INDOORS. i think it's more impressive that i pulled that off then the fact that i go to some posh grad school.
last night i suckered an ap writer plus-one into taking me out to dinner. we went to a civilized irish pub (i know, sounds like an oxymoron, but trust me). lagger that i am, i was late. they greeted me with an almost-empty bottle of white wine and headlines they claimed to have been thinking about to explain my whereabouts like "date with death." i was almost lucky enough to get my name on the ap wire!
after polishing off the bottle, they began divulging some of the mysterious ways of this venerable institution. surprisingly accessible and open to discussing their experience and thoughts on journalism and being journalists, they were fun and funny and totally not jaded, unlike, say, screenwriters or copywriters. they generously offered up tricks of the trade and suggestions on how to get access to institutions like the nypd that could give a shit about talking to a student who will be lucky to get her stories published on her own blog (as editor of my blog, i would never subject anyone else to reading the shite i've written for school. you kidding me?!)
i had a lovely steak, medium rare, that came with veggies that were nicely sauteed in garlic and butter, crisp and fresh and not at all gay or overextended by having to compete with an organic miniature dean and deluca garden party. i was also lucky enough to coax an ashtray my way and got to SMOKE INDOORS. i think it's more impressive that i pulled that off then the fact that i go to some posh grad school.
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