Champagne...mmm....
I am sitting here in front of the computer typing this at 8.35 pm on a Saturday - dressed in my school uniform. Yes, it's another of my plots to clock more CAS hours by doing service to PLC. =) Them people are having some Lampas Society function going on (sounds like some terrible incurable disease support group thingy if you ask me). Apparently it's some gathering for ex-schoolteachers still interested in the going-ons at school. At first, this was to me going to be some service done just for the sake of doing it, y'know, passive, clinical, give-me-my-CAS-points thing.
We, the five of us, had to have saved dinners while we set tables, served munchies (peanuts and the sorts), and served drinks on a silver platter to them as they milled about. Ha. But that's the end of the 'waitressing' part of the job. After that, it's clean up, wash up, from there. And that's when I began to feel, hm, I'm glad I volunteered after all. After they went in the council room for their meeting, me and Sha stayed back in the Hethersett building to clean up glasses and cups and all, while the other three went back to the boarding house dining room where the members would proceed for dinner after their discussion. Gleefully, we carried the trays of barely touched snacks into the kitchen. Sha was loading champagne glasses into the dishwasher as I brought them into the room. But of course, champagne glasses come with champagne. Heh heh. Sha was Malay so obviously she couldn't touch them. She helped herself to the munchies. I, on the other hand, got meself a glass of champagne, thank you very much. A sip...mmm...good stuff...and I downed the rest of the glass without incident. I was kinda hoping for the firewater burn down my throat, but that didn't happen. How disappointing. So I read the label on the bottle, it said 11%. I dunno, how much is it supposed to be before you feel the effect?
Anyhow, short while later, I could feel my ears getting warm. Really cosy and comfortable to have on a chilly autumn night. I *might have taken some more, but I remembered then I was on an empty stomach and some lady came in and it was time to carry dishes of dessert over. So we did. Then the Lampases started coming in with their bottles of wine. (People here really hot on the BYO [Bring Your Own] wine thing, almost every restaurant has the sign saying that). But it was good anyway. I learnt how to uncork bottles with this cool looking uncorker...Sha seemed really experienced in it, and taught me how it worked. Hahahah, but oh, before that, before they came in, we were laying out the dessert table, and ooh! They were just mouth-watering delectable...! Big red strawberries dipped in chocolate, brownies, coconut icing cake, love letters, and such tasty looking chocolate.
That's why I'm looking forward to going back for the second shift of duty at 9.30 pm. As of now, about half an hour more...I'm hoping to be able to nick some dessert from the dessert table. My stomach still feels rather hollow cause dinner wasn't good. It's bad enough it's boarding house food, but it's worse when they save you dinner and it comes to you cold, soggy and icky. I ate some of the soggy cheese broccoli thing, then I remembered it's broccoli and worms could be crawling out at me any moment now (it's this paranoia thing thanks to Proteles and WL =) Ate some soggy fries, and the greasy thin slice of bacon on my plate and downed the questionable beef patty and sausage into the bin.
[On a slight tangent] I like adjectives. They give you the power to manipulate neutral nouns into what you want them to be. It's a good way of manipulating what you tell to other people...and some adjectives just invoke a good vivid image of what I'm trying to describe. Of course, do use it in moderation else you shall sound pompous. And I don't like pompous people. =)
Rightey, gotta go get ready for the next shift. Please please pleASe have some chocolates and strawberries left....!
We, the five of us, had to have saved dinners while we set tables, served munchies (peanuts and the sorts), and served drinks on a silver platter to them as they milled about. Ha. But that's the end of the 'waitressing' part of the job. After that, it's clean up, wash up, from there. And that's when I began to feel, hm, I'm glad I volunteered after all. After they went in the council room for their meeting, me and Sha stayed back in the Hethersett building to clean up glasses and cups and all, while the other three went back to the boarding house dining room where the members would proceed for dinner after their discussion. Gleefully, we carried the trays of barely touched snacks into the kitchen. Sha was loading champagne glasses into the dishwasher as I brought them into the room. But of course, champagne glasses come with champagne. Heh heh. Sha was Malay so obviously she couldn't touch them. She helped herself to the munchies. I, on the other hand, got meself a glass of champagne, thank you very much. A sip...mmm...good stuff...and I downed the rest of the glass without incident. I was kinda hoping for the firewater burn down my throat, but that didn't happen. How disappointing. So I read the label on the bottle, it said 11%. I dunno, how much is it supposed to be before you feel the effect?
Anyhow, short while later, I could feel my ears getting warm. Really cosy and comfortable to have on a chilly autumn night. I *might have taken some more, but I remembered then I was on an empty stomach and some lady came in and it was time to carry dishes of dessert over. So we did. Then the Lampases started coming in with their bottles of wine. (People here really hot on the BYO [Bring Your Own] wine thing, almost every restaurant has the sign saying that). But it was good anyway. I learnt how to uncork bottles with this cool looking uncorker...Sha seemed really experienced in it, and taught me how it worked. Hahahah, but oh, before that, before they came in, we were laying out the dessert table, and ooh! They were just mouth-watering delectable...! Big red strawberries dipped in chocolate, brownies, coconut icing cake, love letters, and such tasty looking chocolate.
That's why I'm looking forward to going back for the second shift of duty at 9.30 pm. As of now, about half an hour more...I'm hoping to be able to nick some dessert from the dessert table. My stomach still feels rather hollow cause dinner wasn't good. It's bad enough it's boarding house food, but it's worse when they save you dinner and it comes to you cold, soggy and icky. I ate some of the soggy cheese broccoli thing, then I remembered it's broccoli and worms could be crawling out at me any moment now (it's this paranoia thing thanks to Proteles and WL =) Ate some soggy fries, and the greasy thin slice of bacon on my plate and downed the questionable beef patty and sausage into the bin.
[On a slight tangent] I like adjectives. They give you the power to manipulate neutral nouns into what you want them to be. It's a good way of manipulating what you tell to other people...and some adjectives just invoke a good vivid image of what I'm trying to describe. Of course, do use it in moderation else you shall sound pompous. And I don't like pompous people. =)
Rightey, gotta go get ready for the next shift. Please please pleASe have some chocolates and strawberries left....!
