It is now January, 17th and another holiday is upon us - so maybe this is will enable people to quit saying Happy New Year halfway into January. I don't wish you a Happy Easter in May. And if it is because you just haven't talked to them until mid Jan...they're just not that into you - they didn't even call on NYD to see if you made it through the night (aka the most forced party night of the year, and my personal least fav - if you can't already tell that from this post).
Maybe since the new holiday of Martin Luther King day is here people will now come to say: "Hope you enjoyed your MLK day" for the next half month.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
This weekend I was working a catering event, a Bat Mitzvah. I was given a tray of kosher hot dogs in a blanket which is usually a huge crowd pleaser - and it was, for most of the party. I was in a groove, feeling pretty good about getting down to the last 5 apps on my plate - I of course hit up the fat kid to take a few off my hands - then with only 2 left I stop by a little group in the corner that I feared was not getting their fair share of hors d'oeuvres. Without looking up (being I was in the passing zone) I exclaimed as loud and as joyful as can be "pigs in a blanket?" On account of seeing no hands reach for my tray, and a feeling of being stabbed through the group's eyes, I looked up to find myself starring at pair of Payots under a black top hat, (yup, those curly side burns that orthodox Jewish men have), I then looked down at the 3 boys who are showing signs of their first sidecurls - while the mother remarked in her full length, full sleeve, turtle necked black dress with flat black books: "Uh God get those out of here." Needless to say, the Orthodox Jewish guests did not care for Pigs in a Blanket.