(Or at the very least, bet against it with me on the other side of the wager so I can make some money off the deal. Any takers? Rex? Felix?)
No way I’m taking the other side of a bet against spiers, but I hope that someone does so I can watch!
Well, Felix Salmon bet John Carney that I wouldn’t last a year as NYO editor the week I got the job. The wager was “lunch somewhere nice.” It’ll be a year on February 4th. I told John he should demand Per Se. (And really, I feel like Felix should take me to lunch somewhere nice. Like Per Se!)
Elizabeth, if you want me to take you to lunch somewhere nice, you’re first going to have to win a bet. Which, I’m still waiting for you to propose something.