Fancy Pants. Bleck.
So yesterday, I spent an extra 3 hours after work at a fancy pants dinner hosted by a board member, whom I shall not name as she would buy Blogger, track me down and fire me. Yes, she is that wealthy, her purse was worth more than my salary for the month of January.
During said dinner I discovered, or shall we say, rediscovered something. I hate Fancy Pants Food, any appetizer that costs upwards of 25 dollars a plate and consists of 6 tiny slivers of cheese with some burned bread is just crazy (this confirms my earlier conclusions that if you have more than 2 million dollars in savings or at a job.... your sanity decreases, mathmatically this means that rich is inversely porportional to crazzeeeeeeeee.... don't worry we prove this later in the recap) Anyhow, this fancy pants dinner consisted of several 25 dollar appetizers, none of which tasted good. Really.... REALLY a salad made up of 4 different mushrooms (all of which were legal ones) is worth 24 dollars. Not to mention, it is in essence a fungus salad... ick.
Anyhow, it was an interesting meal, I mean my board member had fantastic ideas, if only I had 10 -20 million more dollars in my budget and a staff of about 7.
Here is how the conversation went:
Board Member (BM): You know I think it would be great if we held a fireworks display every evening JUST LIKE disneyland.
Me: but. this is a city. We can't just do fireworks, plus pirotechnics is expensive.
BM: But it would be like our ODE to the FAR EAST. Just last year, I was in china, and now is the time to embrace diversity. Fireworks. Chinese. Don't you love fireworks?
Me: but. Fireworks are expensive, and hard to do, they require planning, and permiting and a staging location.
BM: You know, I did fireworks once at a movie... I think we should do stars and bursts kind, then we can have them spell out our name.
Me (silently sobbing inside and looking at my CEO for guidance) Uh... Well, as long as we keep them with in our logo color scheme.
Nothing says fun, like kissing ass and agreeing with someone when you know that what they are asking is literally impossible.
Hooray.
So I spent the entire evening, picking at bread, moving lamb sausage around my plate (I can't bring myself to eat lamb, it is just wrong... I also can't eat deer. I always think of Bambi's Mom) trying to discover which cheese was probably cheddar (NONE... I triple creme fraiche... which I think was bree) and passing the fungus plate.
I was hungry and nerve shattered at the end.
I hate fancy pants food.
During said dinner I discovered, or shall we say, rediscovered something. I hate Fancy Pants Food, any appetizer that costs upwards of 25 dollars a plate and consists of 6 tiny slivers of cheese with some burned bread is just crazy (this confirms my earlier conclusions that if you have more than 2 million dollars in savings or at a job.... your sanity decreases, mathmatically this means that rich is inversely porportional to crazzeeeeeeeee.... don't worry we prove this later in the recap) Anyhow, this fancy pants dinner consisted of several 25 dollar appetizers, none of which tasted good. Really.... REALLY a salad made up of 4 different mushrooms (all of which were legal ones) is worth 24 dollars. Not to mention, it is in essence a fungus salad... ick.
Anyhow, it was an interesting meal, I mean my board member had fantastic ideas, if only I had 10 -20 million more dollars in my budget and a staff of about 7.
Here is how the conversation went:
Board Member (BM): You know I think it would be great if we held a fireworks display every evening JUST LIKE disneyland.
Me: but. this is a city. We can't just do fireworks, plus pirotechnics is expensive.
BM: But it would be like our ODE to the FAR EAST. Just last year, I was in china, and now is the time to embrace diversity. Fireworks. Chinese. Don't you love fireworks?
Me: but. Fireworks are expensive, and hard to do, they require planning, and permiting and a staging location.
BM: You know, I did fireworks once at a movie... I think we should do stars and bursts kind, then we can have them spell out our name.
Me (silently sobbing inside and looking at my CEO for guidance) Uh... Well, as long as we keep them with in our logo color scheme.
Nothing says fun, like kissing ass and agreeing with someone when you know that what they are asking is literally impossible.
Hooray.
So I spent the entire evening, picking at bread, moving lamb sausage around my plate (I can't bring myself to eat lamb, it is just wrong... I also can't eat deer. I always think of Bambi's Mom) trying to discover which cheese was probably cheddar (NONE... I triple creme fraiche... which I think was bree) and passing the fungus plate.
I was hungry and nerve shattered at the end.
I hate fancy pants food.
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