New York Adventures: Rooftops and Red Cups part 1

Americanisms Glossary

Solo cups  – the famous red cup that we know from high-school movies. They make an appearance later…

Friday

Wendy Lamb, a Publishing Director at Random Children’s, gave a very funny and engaging talk to kick off the day. When my boss came to New York last October, I’d been in touch with Wendy to arrange their meeting, so I was particularly looking forward to meeting her in person. She explained her own interesting route through to starting her own imprint, and about why she is excited by Children’s publishing. She stayed until about 12:30, answering questions from pretty much everyone.

CPC lecture hall: me with Wendy Lamb (credit: Jon Michael Darga!)

After lunch – and an introduction to various American ice cream brands – was Adrian Zackhelm. He is a contemporary of our course director, who were at Doubleday at the same time. He now works in Business publishing with Portfolio.

THE WEEKEND.

Everyone a bit giddy at the thought of a weekend off, despite the looming assignments.

The CPC boys have been segregated to the 5th floor, which is obviously a no-go zone for everyone else, because of the feared living condition of squalor and underwear left lying around. We preceded the flat suite party on the 3rd floor with one of our own.

CPC boyz

The main party was a test of names, as, for the first time, we were without our precious name tags. Cue lots of tentative ‘Hey, you’ and ‘Alright  How are you, mate?’

 

The most gratifying part of the night was twofold.

1) EVERYONE DRINKS FROM RED CUPS ITS TRUE YES ITS TRUE. Also blue cups, but lets pretend they’re all red.

2) Some none Columbia people turned up and tried to throw a rival party. There was confusion about who was who (no name tags, remember), and at some point the line ‘SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE’ was used in earnest and I probably grinned like an idiot.

SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our night finished, um, late. We rounded it off by getting ‘a slice’ from a place down the street. The slice was twice the size of my face. Like, I’ve eaten whole pizzas smaller than that.

Tig

A normal sized piece of pizza