So I'm attending an office function tonite. Some guy here got promoted President of our European operations and his department is throwing a cocktail party in his honor at some swanky private social club. No dinner, just hors d'oeuvres. (i spelled that from memory; i hope its correct). Well as any broke mofo will tell you, one can most certainly get full off of hors d'oeuvres if you eat enough of them.
*aside: how does one get intelligent enough to spell hors d'oeuvres but is still broke enough to look forward to dining on them?*
the only thing i dread about these kinds of events is the small talk. I mean you're not at work, but you're still with co-workers so you can't exactly be yourself but you can be the slightly-more-relaxed and funny version of yourself, if you've got one. some people don't. I have one.
and in closing, my favorite word right now is schadenfreude. I love it when writers use it but, sadly, i haven't yet been able to work it into a conversation. I will tho. and when i do, i will tingle inside.
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So, did you get to say it?
Those gotta be some damn good hors d'ervs (not gonna even try!) to get you full-full.
ha. i have not gotten to say schadenfreude yet :)
and yes i got very full. there was sushi, filet mignon on little bread rounds, crab cakes, beef wellington balls...insanity.
don't you just love those kind of work shin-digs? better than wing dings, not quite caviar...
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