My office had its holiday party last night. Just because it's three months late, doesn't mean it can't be festive. Only there were games involved. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First we took the folks to a charming little Italian place that I enjoy. So what says Italian better than whetting our appetites with a plate of antipasti? Delicious salamis and cheeses, savory olives and figs, who could resist, right? I took a few morsels and passed the plate. It came back intact. Apparently, the people I work with only eat foods that are clearly defined and recognizable from their youth. As there were no Kraft singles or hotdogs on the plate, I was left to nibble imported delicacies for the rest of the night. PS? When I asked my seatmate to pass the olive oil, she remarked, "You're gonna eat that? I thought it was just a table decoration." To her credit, she did point at some cheese and ask, "Is that brie?" Only she pronounced it like a nickname for Brian.
Fast forward to the after-party, where games commenced. I'm just not a big party game guy, but I am a joiner (ask anyone!), so a rousing game of Catch Phrase ensued. I think the following vignette succinctly capsulizes the evening. It was the other team's turn and my sister-in-law was giving clues. "It's a city in England", she exclaimed, which was met with a guess of "Paris!" by one of my co-workers, and blank non-responsive stares from the other two. Not to be deterred, sister-in-law came back with "the Queen lives there!" which prompted a guess of "the Eiffel Tower!" You know it's true because it doesn't make a lick of sense, so why would I make that up? Finally, desperately, she offered "I see blank, I see France, I see someone's underpants". They got that one, she passed the device to me, and the buzzer went off.
These people really are lovely, but?