Just call me Mike

Around 5:30 p.m. last night I arrived at Solera to meet Julie for her work party.  It was a private party on the roof, and you were allowed to bring one guest, hence my appearance.  The sun was out, the breeze was cool, and the drinks were free; I don't think Captain Ahab himself would have complained on this voyage, and feeling a need to treat my scurvy I settled down with a Salty Dog. 

At these get-togethers, I usually remain quiet or try to strike up a conversation with a non-employee.  After a small talk with one named Jay about his metal bands from the 90's and his neon green flying V bass, I took my place on the outside of conversations of reality TV stars that Julie and her co-workers were discussing. 

Close to 8 p.m., Julie and some of her co-workers were to go to this convention at Epic to do some networking amongst other constituents of the Minneapolis advertising industry.  Her company paid $35 a piece for them to go, and I had just planned on walking her over to Epic, when I got the idea of sneaking my way into the event.  I told Julie to go in first, and when she was signing in to look for some guy's name on registry and then text it to me outside and I would come in as that guy.  Then I got the text to just come inside.  I walked in and waved towards some guys as if I knew them and started walking over to them, which confused Julie as well because she thought I knew them.  Later I went up to the table to grab my name tag, and after looking for a guy's name, I became Michael...  

The Spanish phrase I had learned earlier in the day was  ¡Eres un chorizo!  which translates you're a crook!
Also, here's a tidbit about the real Captain Ahab:
http://www.thirdage.com/news/whaling-shipwreck-captain-ahab%E2%80%99s-sunken-ship-found_2-12-2011