Craven the Craven found out about something called "NetParty", some mixer thing for yuppies. For me, it just meant "another free happy hour with little snacky empanada things", so I said I'd go and be his wingman.
As these yuppie mixer things go, you have to be on the list and get a nametag when you walk in. Only, NetParty nametags had a twist -- you had to say what you did, too. We thought maybe people started making up professions, i.e., it's "cool" to be an architect, so maybe people just said they were architects. That's until I met "Mike/Architect" who even had a business card to prove his identity.
