Journal Pejorian's Journal: Reasons to speak softly 2
Well, I've been working at my new job as a Tech Writer for a little over a month now, and I've gotten used to the taste of my foot. It seems to be in my mouth a lot.
We had the company Christmas party last night at the local Royal Yacht Club. The food was fan-tas-tic. Five different preparations of wild salmon alone, weird things like palm hearts and lotus root, and hard-to-get stuff like fresh asparagus. Roast turkey, beef and lamb. Oysters and shrimp. Mixed strawberries and yams. Cheesecakes and warm Christmas pudding. It was a gastrinomic delight, the likes of which I have never beheld before.
And the Queen presided, royally staring down from her frame over the fireplace.
As we went to the heavily laden buffet tables, I was jokingly commenting to my new boss, in my usual "what's-an-inside-voice" tone, about how the yacht club represents the Entrenched Aristocrasy, when a guy suddenly came up beside me and said in a pleasant voice, with a half-smile on his face, "Fuck you, I'm a member."
My eyes widened -- that was not what I was expecting -- and after a few seconds of floundering, I replied, "well, revolutionaries are just jealous of the aristocrasy, you know."
"And sometimes, they win," He replied cryptically.
"Then they become the aristocrasy themselves," I said, and we arrived at the buffet, saw the food, and forgot what we had been saying
Just out of curiosity (Score:2)
Re:Just out of curiosity (Score:1)
And of course, that's the epilogue to this story. I knew one of my bosses had been involved with planning the party, and so I thanked her for such a great time. I also asked her to pass on my compliments to anyone else who had been involved in planning the party.
"Oh," She replied, "I pretty much did it all. My husband is the only one of our group who is a member, so I had to do the booking and the planning..."