Of company parties
I am not blaming anybody here for that though…you gotta cut the poor hotel management some slack. It’s not easy catering to so many people at once, and I didn’t help myself by reaching the venue a bit late (particularly after the queues had transformed into a human chain). Harsh deadlines do not permit the luxury of leaving office any earlier in the evening than 8 :30, which also resulted in me missing the good (I hear) performance from Bela Shende. But what is the justification of serving cold rotis and some undoubtedly underfed chicken? And by the time I managed to finish the stuff in my plate, that I had managed to procure from one my breeziest visits to a buffet counter, the queue had now shifted to the ice cream place… damn. A few scoops of vanilla ice cream are no way worth any amount of queuing. Eventually, luckily I found an empty ice cream counter, but even there, all I got was a few thin slithers. That was all the hapless fella could dig out of the stone hard ice cream for me :( Icecream’s supposed to lift up your spirits right?, this just made the evening worse.
This has got to be one of the least enjoyable celebration dinners. Sob.