Snore-fest
So my cousin called to tell me that she's sick and I'd have to go to the mayor-farewell-reception alone.
I'm not amused.
I have a wardrobe-crisis.
I go anyway.
I arrive at the place and I'm told that "all the other "club"-people are there" aka a back-room while the real party is happening upstairs.
They gave us numbers, saying that we had to march up to the stage at a given moment in the designated order (they also said something about food that'd be waiting for us once we got back) and so we waited. We waited for 1 h ad 20 min. until someone ushered us to the foyer/hallway because "it's time".
It wasn't.
We waited there for another 20 min. until we were "marching in" to crappy music. On our way in we passed a really delicious-looking buffet and once we were in the mayor shook everyone's hand and we all gathered on stage where a woman I've never seen before gave a speech.
The mayor responded with a speech and then we were all marching back - again to crappy music - shook the mayor's hand yet again and then we passed the yummy, yummy buffet again.
We got back to our back-room to find out that instead of a delicious-looking buffet they were serving us potato-salad and wieners.
I passed on that one and went back home.
Sometimes being a choir's vice-president really, really sucks...
I'm not amused.
I have a wardrobe-crisis.
I go anyway.
I arrive at the place and I'm told that "all the other "club"-people are there" aka a back-room while the real party is happening upstairs.
They gave us numbers, saying that we had to march up to the stage at a given moment in the designated order (they also said something about food that'd be waiting for us once we got back) and so we waited. We waited for 1 h ad 20 min. until someone ushered us to the foyer/hallway because "it's time".
It wasn't.
We waited there for another 20 min. until we were "marching in" to crappy music. On our way in we passed a really delicious-looking buffet and once we were in the mayor shook everyone's hand and we all gathered on stage where a woman I've never seen before gave a speech.
The mayor responded with a speech and then we were all marching back - again to crappy music - shook the mayor's hand yet again and then we passed the yummy, yummy buffet again.
We got back to our back-room to find out that instead of a delicious-looking buffet they were serving us potato-salad and wieners.
I passed on that one and went back home.
Sometimes being a choir's vice-president really, really sucks...