been getting invites to swoosh "events" lately.
now that I'm a groan-up, I understand that hors d'oeuvres have nothing to do with horses, or even whores, that bend over. (let's not touch the linguistic ramifications of "cocktail". thank you.)
but (to quote mehitabel the cat) wotthehell is a "Hearty" hors d'oeuvre? i guess that's code for "More than bait on a cracker, but less than a rubber-chicken dinner."
now part of me embraces the Concept of digging nifty views, architecture, parquet, etc. while downing wine and Hearty whatevers. while another part of me dreads the possibility of ending up in convos like this:
esp since the guy in the middle sort of resembles good ol' whatsisname.
stuff like this is why i still goto rock shows, bcause it's too loud to talk and everybody's drunk anyway.