Fridays at the Factory

I showed up to the N.C. Music Factory on Friday afternoon fresh off the lake — wet swimmsuit, no make-up, hair a mess… seat belt tan from driving around topless — as in the top off my Jeep. I was headed to the CL office to make some copies. I literally went from being on a boat with my flippy floppies, to straight flippin’ copies. I attempted to make this a covert operation by going through the back entrance so no one would notice that I made the executive decision to work up at the lake rather than the office. But when I rolled up at 5:30 p.m. my cohorts had already deserted their desks and were sitting on a day bed in front of the office… cause it was Friday at the Factory.

I thought I would be out of place with all my cohorts in work clothes … but I didn’t stand out too much – I mean, the cocktail waitresses were wearing bikinis and the factory had the ambiance of a Miami pool party.

Temperpedic mattresses on day beds, bottle service from BUTTER, beer from HALO and overpriced sushi from Nikko. It was cooler than Fridays at MAXIM when they would roll out a bar and make the interns bartend. I’d be doing an excel sheet and an intern would come hand me a vodka-cranberry. And then I’d mess up the excel sheets and have to re-do them on Monday.

Except with Fridays at the Factory no one was doing work, so I didn’t either. I still have to finish making those damn copies …

The factory didn’t just produce a good time. They produced the set of a scene off Miami Vice.

You can even walk over to Wet Willie’s and get a frozen daiquiri. The only thing missing is a body of water. I wonder if they’d mind if I brought a baby pool to work with me next Friday?

I skipped out before the True Religion fashion show – my excuse: My hair smelled like Lake Norman. I needed to go take a shower… before I grew a third eyeball or developed some sort of super power.

Check it out next week … I’ll be the one wading in the fountain of the factory.