OK, so obligatory work luncheons just suck. Well, at least around here they do. Twenty awkard people standing around a buffet table set out in a loading bay holding paper plates and not talking to one another. But if you don't show up, you hear about it later...
... so tonight I will be making deviled eggs and digging out some vaugely appropriate attire for a Super Bowl lunch party while I practice feigning interest in anything football related.
The things I have to do to make like I fit in at a place I don't fit in at.
Oh. But they DO like my deviled eggs. Small favors, right?
Me... I'd much rather tune into this:
http://animal.discovery.com/tv/puppy-bowl/puppy-bowl.html