Pipa

Karen had a rough day yesterday.

This gallery--which we will refer to as the "Poo" gallery, henceforth--offered her a job then promptly phoned her up to rescind the offer because she asked too many questions and they no longer deemed her the right fit.

Now, Karen as a Rules girl raised in a house where children were seen and not heard is anything BUT pushy, aggressive, or even remotely socially difficult. It amazes me that her accommodating, sweet nature was thus tarnished.

I also felt mildy responsible for the episode because it was on my solicited HR advice that she had taken a stand and make inquiries into her compensation and benefits.

So to cheer her up, I took her to Pipa in Union Square. This quaint restaurant bar boasts an impressive collection of antique chandeliers for sale. It surprised me that the tags hanging from the cieling tiaras were not the least bit tacky! The atmosphere was romantic--the lighting dim, the candle flickering, and the drinks yummy.