Last night, I was forced to dress in the very scary suit and shoes, make with the idle chit-chat, eat poorly prepared food, all in the name of charity. I was happy that I knew a good number of the people also in the same predicament - and even saw several people who I'd not seen in literally years. That was a highlight.
I found myself seated away from The Phenom. I think there was pushing and shoving in the mad scramble to the tables, with a premium on the tables close to the bar. Anyway, I found myself seated between a very old gentleman and someone who looked a bit like he thought himself much to important to be stuck at this table of no-bodies. (If he only knew that he was next to a monkey -- not even a person - that might have humbled him a bit.)
To make the evening pass more enjoyably - I decided I needed to create a little drinking game for myself. I quickly decided that each time the older gentleman mentioned his constipation, I would take a drink. I drank three full glasses of wine. I was really quite tipsy by the time the keynote speaker took the mic. I made the pompous one next to me snort his wine when I referred to the speaker as "good time charlie."
Maybe at the next one, I should adopt the older gentleman's trick - when things start to lull, I'll start discussing rather personal medical issues to no one in particular? That buys bad karma, doesn't it?
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