Death By Gouda
Last night was the annual Yankee Swap with the gals from work at Legal Seafoods in the Charles Hotel in Cambridge. I was going to write a detailed description of what a Yankee Swap is for those who don't know, but I found myself nodding off as I did, so I will spare you the details.
Anyhow, this is a polite, professional Yankee Swap by most standards. For the most part, people did not "steal" gifts from others or exchange the gifts they opened.
One year, Amy ended up with a cheese cutting board. For those who know Amy, it's not a surprise to you that she pretty much didn't know what it was when she opened it. This is a woman who uses her kitchen as a clothes closet, after all. I love my Amy.
After a great dinner accompanied by several drinks at Legals, a few of us moved on to Noir, also in the Charles. Noir is a funky, dark little hotel bar. As Amy put it "this would be a great place to have an affair."
As you can imagine, after a few more drinks we all started to get silly and decided to call it a night considering we all had to work in the morning. Amy and I left and decided to make a pit stop in the hotel lobby bathroom.
As we emerged Amy decided that she could not lug the cheese board all the way home and looked around the lobby for some place to ditch it. At the same time, we both noticed a little old lady, probably about 85 or so, reading in the lobby library.
We immediately made a bee-line for her. What a wonderful thing to do during the holiday season! Old ladies like to cut cheese, right? (snicker, snicker)
"Miss, would you like this?" Amy asked.
The old lady looked at us as if we were about to abduct her. Sheer fright I tell you. We were both displaying drunken, polite, shit-eating grins so who can blame her?
Amy moved toward her and gently placed the cheese board next to her chair, face still frozen in crazy smile, and slowly backed away.
We both walked toward the main exit of the hotel.
"IS THIS A BOMB?" we hear her bellowing behind us.
"No, it's a cheese board" Amy calls back.
We noticed that we were starting to get attention from the folks at the front desk so we picked up our pace as we headed out. As we made it outside we both burst into a fit of laughter.
"Let's get the hell out of here," she said, "before we get arrested for planting a Cheese Board Bomb in the lobby of the Charles Hotel."
Anyhow, this is a polite, professional Yankee Swap by most standards. For the most part, people did not "steal" gifts from others or exchange the gifts they opened.
One year, Amy ended up with a cheese cutting board. For those who know Amy, it's not a surprise to you that she pretty much didn't know what it was when she opened it. This is a woman who uses her kitchen as a clothes closet, after all. I love my Amy.
After a great dinner accompanied by several drinks at Legals, a few of us moved on to Noir, also in the Charles. Noir is a funky, dark little hotel bar. As Amy put it "this would be a great place to have an affair."
As you can imagine, after a few more drinks we all started to get silly and decided to call it a night considering we all had to work in the morning. Amy and I left and decided to make a pit stop in the hotel lobby bathroom.
As we emerged Amy decided that she could not lug the cheese board all the way home and looked around the lobby for some place to ditch it. At the same time, we both noticed a little old lady, probably about 85 or so, reading in the lobby library.
We immediately made a bee-line for her. What a wonderful thing to do during the holiday season! Old ladies like to cut cheese, right? (snicker, snicker)
"Miss, would you like this?" Amy asked.
The old lady looked at us as if we were about to abduct her. Sheer fright I tell you. We were both displaying drunken, polite, shit-eating grins so who can blame her?
Amy moved toward her and gently placed the cheese board next to her chair, face still frozen in crazy smile, and slowly backed away.
We both walked toward the main exit of the hotel.
"IS THIS A BOMB?" we hear her bellowing behind us.
"No, it's a cheese board" Amy calls back.
We noticed that we were starting to get attention from the folks at the front desk so we picked up our pace as we headed out. As we made it outside we both burst into a fit of laughter.
"Let's get the hell out of here," she said, "before we get arrested for planting a Cheese Board Bomb in the lobby of the Charles Hotel."
Labels: Amy, Boozing, Harvard Square, Work
posted by Betty Blog at 9:19 AM
1 Comments:
That's a riot! The stuff we do when we are drunk at holiday time.
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