Some say it’s about camaraderie, pressing palms with folks you’ve only ever corresponded with via email or phone. For others, it’s about cutting a few deals, picking up another line or getting your product in that shop. If you were at Bubba Gumps on Thursday night, you’d think it was about the ten pounds of boiled shrimp you ate. And if you rode with me to the Drake Film Awards you might have thought it was about all the stuff you left in my truck right after someone started calling for shots and I smartly exited stage left.
But what it’s really all about is watching professional fly fishing guides trying to pick up the best looking server at the Strata Bar, and
failing miserably at least getting a chance picture out of it.
Bad pickup lines, boys and girls. It’s about building up a veritable arsenal of bad pickup lines.