So in an effort to avoid any consideration of the interview or my trip next week, I'll write about one of the more amusing happenings at the feast at the event on Saturday, and then a funny thing from Winterlicious.
One of the dishes in the feast was custard with three lovely fresh berries in each cup, and (more importantly) yummy fresh berries spread out all over the platter the cups were served in. (I told you that it was an almost perfect feast for me, didn't I?). Tarian, Mavie, a new lady from Nova Scotia whose name I blanked on, and I vacummed up the platter berries, but then there were none left at our table. So sad.
And, apparently, none left in the kitchen as we found out when we (ok I) sent the server back to ask if there were more.
At the point that we were told there were no more berries, the new-to-me gentleman to my left (named Edward) snatched up Rattanicus' bowl and exited the table to wander around begging leftover berries for the other table, managing to aquire 3. Except that at the moment he'd snatched away the bowl, R was just about to pour a ladle of mushroom soup into it.
So chivalry is apparently not dead, though R might wish it was.
As for Winterlicious -- Joel was the QA manager at Hotline when I was the Docs manager, in the halcyon days that only occured when you were working at a small internet startup circa 99/2000. Work is so much less fun these days, you know?
At any rate, on Sunday night we were sitting talking over dinner, and the subject of kids came up (one of the couples is pregnant, another of them just bought a house with an eye to a future family, the third have no plans, but are keeping their options open, and then there's me). Specifically having a child versus adopting a child. We were discussing the situation in China, and the fact that one of the biggest "markets" (for lack of a better word) for African-American infants is actually Canada. That lead to a discussion of what "African-American" means (you'd have to know the people involved), and thence to me bringing up the Salon article I read a couple of weeks ago positing that Obama isn't really "black", because his father's an actual African, not a descendent of African slaves brought to America. And then we discussed that for a bit.
At any rate, it was entertaining but not particularly funny until Joel, who'd been mostly quiet in the discussion since I brought up the article and with this bewildered look on his face said "the thing I find oddest about this is that Salon actually still exists".
Ah, to be a refugee from a dotcom fizzle.
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