the dreaded supper

Well, I'm back from the dreaded supper. I had a few suggestions on how to avoid going.

It was suggested that I sell the chance to go in my place on Ebay. As tempting as this seemed, there was nothing really to offer someone. No tempting virgin bridesmaids, no free supper (which wasn't all that good either).

It was also suggested that I conveniently twist an ankle, or rupture an appendix! Well.. I decided I wasn't masochist enough to enjoy actually maiming myself more than going to the dumb dinner.

Anyways. I went. It was boring. The food was ok, but not great. I decided on Scallop Linguine. I think they must have put the scallops in the food processor because I didn't see any.

Sylvain had the seafood lasagna. I took a taste from his fork.. and when he pulled it back .. he knocked over his wine, yes, red wine, into his plate, on his shirt and on his pants. His lasagna was literally floating in red wine.

Add to this the speeches. Were they sincere.. heck if I know.

After supper, we had the pleasure of having a lady lounge singer. I sound bitter, don't I? Well, she was pretty awful. She sang songs that I think she picked up as karaoke files on the internet, put into her computer and sort of made up the melody in the parts she didn't know. She also sang many English songs that she just couldn't pronounce and just mumbled a bunch of words. To me it was very funny.. probably the best part of the evening.. because I couldn't help myself from laughing.

Anyways.. I'm home and what can I say.. I survived.. next dreaded evening.. The company's Xmas supper. Argh!!