Excuse Me Sir… Can I Put My Face In It?
This afternoon, I went to a business luncheon to hear some stuff about advertising.
The guests were these guys – they just happened to win Dorito’s 2009 Superbowl commercial. And they were very entertaining. Really great guest speakers. The best part – other than the fact they invented a board game that is wicked awesome – is that they’re from Small Town, Indiana and are completely normal guys. I love how normal people conquer the world with ideas.
And I need that board game; especially after playing Trivial Pursuit twice over the holiday and people complaining about the questions. Because Triviathon is for smart and stupid people. Says so right on the box. I do not lie, Internet.
But look at this.
Can you believe this? I can’t believe this.
The Olmstead (where the luncheon took place) always has your dessert [waiting to be eaten] right in front of you. From the start of the meal. NO! – from the minute you sit down. We could classify this as cruel and unusual punishment.
It took every ounce of my being not push aside the rabbit food (aka salad) and put my face in this. I had to tell myself things like “it could be totally hard and gross” and “those could be imitation strawberries that resemble styrofoam” just to keep my hand from sliding in front of me to manhandle the little plate.
So I ate my salad. And I ate my beef. And then I daintily made my way through this sliver of pound cake. I could have easily downed it in three bites but I was sitting strangers and I was representing my company… goes to show that etiquette class paid off. And it was good. But that blackberry… let’s just say that I have a love affair with blackberries. And with that whipped cream? NOM!
That’s it. That’s really all I had to say. Happy Friday, Internet.