One of the great joys of working in the alternative press is that we have a certain, shall we say, latitude in the way we conduct ourselves in the office. For CL, that translates to an office-wide Friday Afternoon Dance Party with music piped from our extensive playlists through computer speakers. It also means that if I wander in first thing in the morning jonesing to hear Bobby Womack's "A Woman's Gotta Have It," Garcia can pump it out into the office.
