Lunch time at the Kennel
The office went out to lunch yesterday. One of the lesbians in the office -- the one whom I had a public (assuming you read it) tiff with on the blog -- was leaving, so we all went out to lunch for her last day. Let me say, she was always one of my closer friends in the office, so I am sad to see her go. The Collar and Voodoo stayed behind, most likely because the tension between them and other members of the office is through the roof and a sit down meal just would have been too much.
The meal had it's standard small talk, similar to that of most offices. Who's gay? Who's a lesbian? Who's bisexual? A couple of the selected answers -- from the experts in the office.
Kevin Spacey -- Yes, Russel Crowe -- No, Harriet Miers -- No, Sheryl Swoops -- Yes, easy one!
Fernando Ferrer -- Bi, Mike Piazza -- Yes, Our Waiter -- Yes, Condolleza Rice -- Yes.
The meal was just a mess from start to end. First off, I'm not a huge fan of Italian food. I feel like Italian food is something you should make at home, not go out for. It is too heavy and too cheese based. There are much better options. (Just call me Frank G. Zagat)
Some highlights ---
The Alpha Dog told us about his playwriting class. We were prying for some of the subject matter, but then realized that it probably wasn't appropriate for meal time conversation. I have disturbing confirmation that the words "stimulated" and "erect" are both in the play. (not making that up)
The most ardent femisinst in the office, an older lesbian who is really starting to drive me up a wall said -- when the side order of Italian meatballs arrived at the table "Make sure you grab the meat, before all the men do!"
New guy in the office, yet to find a nickname for him, got to experience the dynamics of the Kennel in full force. It will be interesting to see how he fares in the dynamic in the office -- it is not an easy place to work. However, he did show up late with a swollen lip, so you got to question that a little bit.
We tried to order Vegetarian Lasagna, the Italian restaurant didn't have any. I found this strange.
At one point the woman (the same one with the quote above) grabbed our waiter and said "We haven't got our food yet" we ordered 5 minutes earlier.
The Igloo came back for lunch -- haven't seen him since, he left. And other than losing fodder for this blog, haven't missed him.
Not a great post -- I'll try better next time.
Frank
The meal had it's standard small talk, similar to that of most offices. Who's gay? Who's a lesbian? Who's bisexual? A couple of the selected answers -- from the experts in the office.
Kevin Spacey -- Yes, Russel Crowe -- No, Harriet Miers -- No, Sheryl Swoops -- Yes, easy one!
Fernando Ferrer -- Bi, Mike Piazza -- Yes, Our Waiter -- Yes, Condolleza Rice -- Yes.
The meal was just a mess from start to end. First off, I'm not a huge fan of Italian food. I feel like Italian food is something you should make at home, not go out for. It is too heavy and too cheese based. There are much better options. (Just call me Frank G. Zagat)
Some highlights ---
The Alpha Dog told us about his playwriting class. We were prying for some of the subject matter, but then realized that it probably wasn't appropriate for meal time conversation. I have disturbing confirmation that the words "stimulated" and "erect" are both in the play. (not making that up)
The most ardent femisinst in the office, an older lesbian who is really starting to drive me up a wall said -- when the side order of Italian meatballs arrived at the table "Make sure you grab the meat, before all the men do!"
New guy in the office, yet to find a nickname for him, got to experience the dynamics of the Kennel in full force. It will be interesting to see how he fares in the dynamic in the office -- it is not an easy place to work. However, he did show up late with a swollen lip, so you got to question that a little bit.
We tried to order Vegetarian Lasagna, the Italian restaurant didn't have any. I found this strange.
At one point the woman (the same one with the quote above) grabbed our waiter and said "We haven't got our food yet" we ordered 5 minutes earlier.
The Igloo came back for lunch -- haven't seen him since, he left. And other than losing fodder for this blog, haven't missed him.
Not a great post -- I'll try better next time.
Frank
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