Waitressing at cocktail events is an interesting occupation. You coast around to each of the little groups in a room, wrist aching under a tray full of unpronounceables, smile tacked to your face, and wave the food under their noses.

"Smoked trout? Smoked trout? Smoked trout?"

"Salmon?"

".... No. Smoked trout."

People are... intriguing creatures. I ( Read more... )