Last weekend I had to attend a fundraising dinner. I love to attend parties hosted by my friends where I can just be me, but not the formal dinners with unknown dinner companions and polite conversations where everything is so “fake”. But this was an event I couldn’t weasel out, so I went.
First sign of trouble was the entre’e. While everyone was served with Canapes, being vegetarian I was gifted with a spear of asparagus and two tiny carrots, decorated with some glaze and alfalfa sprout. Ideally I should know better and eat something before attending parties like this, but being vain, I didn’t want my already flabby belly to be even more flabby and show through the gown. ( Yes, I know I am vain!). I was famished and I needed to eat something before I drank all the bubbly. I looked at the asparagus. It looked tender! , so instead of using the blasted knife and cutting the stupid thing in to bite size pieces, I thought, I will spear it with my fork and take little nibbles! ( Don’t ask why, I am not usually this dumb) I tried to take a gentle well mannered nibble..and realized the asparagus indeed look thin and tender, but in actual fact is hard and old. And while struggling to take a bloody bite, the stupid thing slid off the fork and I watched in total horror as the spear of asparagus made a beeline for my lap.. I don’t know why, but time always stand still when I do embarrassing things. I pretended that there was no asparagus on my plate and the thing on my lap isn’t really there.
As I talked to my dinner companions at my table, I very covertly tossed the bloody asparagus on to the floor. I think this particular asparagus spear was very attracted to me, for it landed on my own feet.
There was dance after the dinner and imagine sauce streaked feet under fluoro lights. I always carry baby wipes. Trust me, with three kids who are almost in their teens, baby wipes still comes in handy for all those accidental spills.. But not that day. that day I carried a matching clutch ( to my gown) that had just about enough space to hold a credit card. ( Why do people design such clutch is the question here, not why I bought such useless accessories!)
I had to twist the bottom part of my body in very unnatural styles, while keeping my upper half of the body still and while I talked and chatted and laughed, my hands were busy wiping the sauce off my feet using the edge of the napkin.
Main course was two pieces of 1 inch size wrap filled with crap in a bed of some unknown puree. While my carnivorous companions had a choice of fresh atlantic salmon on a bed of rice or fillet Mignon on a bed of mashed potatoes.. I drooled looking at the rice/mashed potatoes in their plates while staring at the crap in my plate. At least they could have served the wrap on a bed of mashed potatoes, No?
There was free flow of champagne..and my belly was empty. I still needed to get back home and not end up incoherent in someone else’s house/room/car etc !
The hardest thing to do is to say no to bubbly.. But then again, if I wasn’t so vain and ate something before I went to the party, I would have been able to drink as much bubbly as I wanted ! My fault entirely!
Ah, the tile of the post.. that is the second part of the story
The lady who sat next to me is the wife of the CEO of one of the biggest company in Australia. They have a mansion in Gold Coast with its own marina, holiday villas across the globe,expensive cars and (I think) he even own a private jet ! As we made small talk, she asked where I am working and I told her and then for courtesy’s sake asked her about her work. She said she cleans and serve tea at a salon. I thought I didn’t hear her right, then I thought perhaps she was joking. She might have noticed the puzzled look on my face and replied. “It is my friend’s salon and she pays me 20$/hr because she knows I am reliable. 20$ is a lot of money for such an easy job, Don’t you agree?”
One part of me is impressed that even though she is the wife of a multimillionaire, she still doesn’t think of herself so high and mighty and is willing to do menial jobs. The other part of me wants to know when will people say they have enough?.When so many mother’s who are desperately trying to find a job to put food on their table, here is woman who has everything, still working because 20$/hour is a lot of money.