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subplotkudzu) wrote2007-06-19 12:56 pm
subplotkudzu) wrote2007-06-19 12:56 pm
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Time in the city Part I (Or how Brian should learn to keep his mouth shut)
So I went to NYC for a training class, and the starting time of 9 Am meant going in the night before. By a happy coincidence this meant I could join drcpunk's birthday party at Max Brenners , where chocolate atop chocolate was the order of the day. Marshmallows were involved at some point as well, but it all got lost in a sugar haze after a bit. The high point for me was watching the good doctor fall into paroxysms of laughter when faced with Eugene Reynold's independently functioning eyebrows. (Prosecutors in the Garden State still suspect the eyebrows of a quartet of barber shop robberies in the late 90's; Mr. Reynolds himself was never under investigation since there are questions of how much control he actually has over the wee beasties.)
drcpunk's birthday party at Max Brenners , where chocolate atop chocolate was the order of the day. Marshmallows were involved at some point as well, but it all got lost in a sugar haze after a bit. The high point for me was watching the good doctor fall into paroxysms of laughter when faced with Eugene Reynold's independently functioning eyebrows. (Prosecutors in the Garden State still suspect the eyebrows of a quartet of barber shop robberies in the late 90's; Mr. Reynolds himself was never under investigation since there are questions of how much control he actually has over the wee beasties.)Escaping with my sanity barely intact I staggered to meet Barnhart for what was supposed to be dessert but which, thankfully, turned into her having wine and me sipping cranberry juice in wine bar she wants to keep her little secret.
By the time we left the bar is was 12:20, and I was not in the best shape to discuss HR & Ethics the next morning - at least the hour had taken the edge off the sugar buzz.
Some time into the evening, when Barnhart had excused herself for a moment, the gentleman half of the couple seated next to us received a phone call. As NYC etiquette demands in such small venues he headed to the curb to take the call, flipping his phone open en route with an authoritative "Talk to me."
Me, just loud enough to be heard at the next table: "Talk to me? Of course he's going to talk - he's on the phone. What is he supposed to do, mime?"
Companion of Phone Guy begins giggling hysterically.
Me: "Sorry. I should learn to keep my mouth shut."
Companion, still laughing: "No, it's OK."
A few moments later phone guy returns, eliciting a second round of laughter from his companion. His inquiry of "What? Did something funny happen?" didn't do much to help her composure.
Barnhart came back, assessed the situation, gave me a hard stare and asked "what did you do?"
The companion started laughing again when we wished them a nice night as they left half an hour later. I think I just killed his chances on that one. Oops.
By the time we left the bar is was 12:20, and I was not in the best shape to discuss HR & Ethics the next morning - at least the hour had taken the edge off the sugar buzz.
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Fun party.