Class Act

The BP staff has a bad habit of looking like college catalogs whenever they/we hang out. We didn't even do this on purpose. This post actually isn't about these folks, 3 of whom I'd met for the first time on Saturday night. This is about the before. When D-Bomb, Kat, and I attended to a wedding of another BP vet. We were dressed much classier than these folks and had an awesome time laughing at the wedding. Then came the reception and little plates of salad. Everyone around us, it seemed, ate theirs with ease. But we couldn't figure out how to eat the little cherry tomatoes. Well, we saw that Amy ate hers with her fingers. And her boyfriend Phillip, who we'd just met, awesomely reached over Amy to eat cucumbers off of D-bomb's plate. It was the funniest and most impudent moves I'd seen in a long time. Without a word to anyone, he just reached over while D-Bomb and Amy were talking and started eating cucumbers.

Moi: How did they all eat the tomatoes? She even cut hers.

D-Bomb: I think you scoop it? Or maybe stab it with a fork.

Moi: I tried to stab it, but it ended up shooting a cucumber off of my plate. It may have fallen into Kat's purse, 'cause I don't see it on the floor. But I don't see it there, either. I think it just disappeared.

(hours later)

Kat: Why is there a cucumber in my purse?

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(A man after my own heart...)

Nithin: I grew up in the suburbs. I am token.

Moi: Me too! And I went to school in Maine.

Nithin: I went to Montana.

Moi: Then I studied abroad in Scotland.

Nithin: I went to northern Ireland.