Dinner and a Boring Presentation

So nNc ims me a few weeks ago and invites me to a free dinner and a free doctor's checkup. I haven't had a physical, well, ever, so I figure this is a good opportunity to get some free grub and see how the ole bag of meat is doing.

The dinner was last night. We went to the place on stilts over on Eagle Rock Rd. First of all, why is the building on stilts? It's not like we live in a flood area where the foundation of the building will be compromised at excessive levels of water. It just looks silly standing on these little pillars.

Anyway, the place looks pretty nice. They have a vallet which gives the impression that its fancy. Since nNc, M, and Grace just came from work, I felt very under dressed. The interior was nice but it came across as cheap. I guess that's the best way I can describe it. It was like a place that wanted to look fancy, but kind of missed the mark by a few inches. It wasn't particularly bad, but it just didn't have the air of expensive a place on stilts should.

The thing ended up being one of those convention like presentations with full fledged powerpoint. The presentor was terrible. If you're a professional presentor or spokes person, how can you admit to the audience that you're nervous? That doesn't exactly instill confidence in your abilities to get the desired information across. And if the comment was ment to be a joke, you need to bring the confidence so that its obvious that it's a joke.

You could tell that everyone was there for the food because no one was really paying attention or participating. Again, not the fault of the attendees, but of the presentor.

We sat down at a table full of old women. These women were like grandma old. Normally, I talk back a lot. I'll make side comments and use my razor flat intellectual sarcasm to have a better time. These women were just brutal. They went after the guy like a sledge hammer.

Finally, after like an hour, the food came. Considering that the place looked so nice, you would think that the food would match as well. Everyone ordered the Chicken Francaise[sic?] because the alternative would have just been plain pasta. Considering we were all there for the free food, we wanted to get our "money's worth". In a sense we did because the food was terrible. The old women liked it, probably because all their taste buds had died. I'm a fan of bold flavors, but when the flavor isn't very good to begin with and dwarfs the flavor of whatever food your are attempting to consume, then I take issue. The chicken was much too lemmony. It was so lemonny that I was tasting lemon 30 minutes after dinner (this is not a joke).

Eager to make our egress, we walked out. On the way, we saw a picture of Mr. "I like booby", Bill Clinton in the foyer. Grace made a comment of why there was a picture of him down there. The look on his face said "Why am I down here?".

In order to get to Grace's car, we had to go behind the building. First, it smelled like ass. Like raw sewage or one of Tiff Wang's farts (jk). Then it smelled like bleach. Then it smelled like bleached ass. You would think a fancy place like this would do something about the smell.

Overall, the whole thing was a big waste of our times.