It was a fine evening with the temps hovering in the sixties that evening. I was invited to join a group of business partners for a evening spent at a vineyard, supposedly listening to some local comics with wine to dull the senses.
It turns out one comic was on stage with the wine. Apparently that had also dulled his delivery since nothing much happened in the first few minutes of his arrival and improv. He tried a few masturbation and dead roach installments but they went nowhere. Personally I was enjoying some olives and cheese not so much the wine.
Then a group of people that we did not know joined us at our table. The good news was they got some Thai take out. And I took advantage of it..turns out a lot of folks were sweating bullets with the ginger and beef preparation and trying to focus on the bad joke that just came whizzing by; meant more for me.
I had my priorities straight. I did not care much for the Savuignon that was offered - benig a dessert wino myself - but instead made the most of all the heat coming out of the Thai.
That delivery was then interrupted to announce some local charity and urged the audience to dig deep to fund the basket being passed around. I am not sure that combining drinks with jokes and charity is a brilliant move.. perhaps the host thought that the wine might affect the sensibilities of the yokels and they might end up dropping their 100s in the platter.
I for one was getting a bit antsy with the direction the evening was going and decided to bolt early having just heard a joke about a handicap that was running late after losing his prosthetic leg.
Here is another essay on the subject of first names. As in birth names. Or names provided to an offspring at birth. While the developed world tends to shy away from the exotic like Refrigerator or Coca Cola for their new production there is a plethora of Jims and Johns and Bobs or Robs. Speaking of which I do not think there is a categoric decision point at the time of birth if a child will be hereafter called as Bob. I mean have not yet met a toddler called Bob or Rob for that matter. At some point though the parental instinct to mouth out multiple syllables runs out and they switch from calling the crawler Robert to simply Robbie to Rob. Now speaking of - it is strange that the name sounds like something you would not want Rob to do - i.e. Rob anyone. Then why call someone that? After all Rob Peter to Pay Paul is not exactly a maxim to live a young life? Is it? Perhaps Peter or Paul might want to have a say in it? Then there is this matter of going to the John. Why degrad...
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