Political Party Parties
So we were wrong. The ratio of people we dislike to people we like was actually only 3:1. Still, not very good odds.
We started out the evening with three [four] glasses of wine. Before we went. After all, do you want to talk to those people sober? We drank some free beer [we lost count] and some cheap wine [that made our cheap wine taste really good].
We started out the evening shaking hands and wondering who some of these folks were. Most of our conversations went like this:
"[Our Name], I work for [boss lady]".
"I think we may have met"
"Oh yes, from the [hope they fill in blank]"
Our inebriation surely didn't help. Conversations than move forward with:
"And what are you doing now [because we have no idea why you know us; contexual clues may help fill us in]?"
[fill in something they do; they brag about what it is they do. For instance:
"oh, yes, I'm over at Transportation now" means "jesus, I'm lucky I got this job cleaning homeless people's shit out of buses after I screwed up the finance reports and cost us the election"]
Then after a few minutes more and a few dozen more awkward introductions [and re-introductions] and drunk women who pretended to know us in case we knew someone who could help them [2], we were requested to hush up and listen to old bloated white men talk about things, as compensation for the free beer. Instead, we enjoyed the bounty of free food [until this point, we had been too busy drinking to really get a hold of any food].
The evening ended with wishful farewells.
[In fairness, there are several folks we wished the best of luck to, and mean it. For most of them though, no.]
We started out the evening with three [four] glasses of wine. Before we went. After all, do you want to talk to those people sober? We drank some free beer [we lost count] and some cheap wine [that made our cheap wine taste really good].
We started out the evening shaking hands and wondering who some of these folks were. Most of our conversations went like this:
"[Our Name], I work for [boss lady]".
"I think we may have met"
"Oh yes, from the [hope they fill in blank]"
Our inebriation surely didn't help. Conversations than move forward with:
"And what are you doing now [because we have no idea why you know us; contexual clues may help fill us in]?"
[fill in something they do; they brag about what it is they do. For instance:
"oh, yes, I'm over at Transportation now" means "jesus, I'm lucky I got this job cleaning homeless people's shit out of buses after I screwed up the finance reports and cost us the election"]
Then after a few minutes more and a few dozen more awkward introductions [and re-introductions] and drunk women who pretended to know us in case we knew someone who could help them [2], we were requested to hush up and listen to old bloated white men talk about things, as compensation for the free beer. Instead, we enjoyed the bounty of free food [until this point, we had been too busy drinking to really get a hold of any food].
The evening ended with wishful farewells.
[In fairness, there are several folks we wished the best of luck to, and mean it. For most of them though, no.]
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