Out to dinner

Truth be told, I wasn’t looking forward to this particular dinner. Although I’ve been working with these people for about 7 months now, I don’t really feel like part of the group. At least not as much as I’m used to being part of groups. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I can’t deal with so many woman in one place all gossiping about one and other, and then maybe, I just need some more time to figure out group dynamics a bit more.

16.15 Stud up by guyfriend who was supposed to take me to the restaurant.
16.16 Annoyed as hell with that fact.
16.38 After many attempts to find and to contact sed. Friend, heading towards her own car and getting her ass to the restaurant herself.

Now as you might very well guess, this did not help me to look forward to the rest of the
evening. If anything, it made me feel like I should make a u turn and chill my marvellous ass
home.

16.59 Just in time to make the reservation. Earlier mentioned friend called to ask for
directions and to pretend to not have remembered that we had made an agreement
that he would come pick me up.
17.15 After having ordered drinks with the people at my table and after sitting through a
couple of pretty boring minutes, we contemplated heading to the self-service area to
get our food.
17.25 We actually went.
17.32 Earlier mentioned friend showed up, apologized a gazillion times and offered to buy
me dinner.
17.45 I decided he had begged for my forgiveness enough so we could now enjoy our dinner.

After this everything went fairly swiftly, and easily. I actually talked to some of the people who I usually don’t really talk to and I possibly got to know some of them a bit more.
Before I knew it was 21.00 and I had gone through the first course (egg roles and sweet chilly sauce, sushi, and bread and garlic butter), the second course (shrimp, sweet peppers, onions and cucumber), the third course (beef, sweet peppers, sugar snaps, onions, and mushrooms), and I had actually managed to make it to the 4th course (Stratciatella and vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and whipped cream).
We had discussed woman’s tomatoes and men’s fish or shrimp. We had sung a birthday song to the birthday girl. We had given our presents to the people leaving and we had laughed our butts off.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad evening at all, it was actually kind of fun!*

(*besides the whole eating 4000 calories and being stud up of course)