The Early Bird Gets the Worm, says my teeshirt from the Gap. I worked 3 private parties at the Fish Restaurant yesterday… which meant considerable stress… late in the afternoon we a hosted a gaggle of saleswomen from Neman Marcus… for a High Tea that included single bite salmon-wiches, celery with brie cheese, and strawberries served along side Creme Fraiche. The women were piglets, and they made me push their make-up cart back up to Neman’s in the Copley… I was sweaty.
They ran out of strawberries and the women were very pushy about getting more. “Strawberries, we need lots more!” said the hostess in her highly inflected Bostonian brogue. “Should I ask the ladies if they’d like more beverages or just focus on the strawberries?” I asked meekly. “Focus on the strawberries!” she shrilly shouted. So I schlepped the strawberries down three flights of stairs from the banquet kitchens. When I got back down there was a wild scene involving the creme fraiche… the saleswomen had gone bananas from strawberry dehydration and were eating the stuff straight up, out of their coffee cups… a strange and disturbing sight considering that creme fraiche is basically sour cream…
They immediately shouted me down for more creme fraiche and I was beginning to worry about their intestinal health… I guess they must have been Feeling Lucky. See you at the block party!
Correction! “Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart” IS in fact “a Kiki Dee and Elton John gem, and not a Sonny and Cher masterpiece.” Thank you Mistress Desdemona de Sade. I suck! This is more embarressing than the $5. bet I lost insisting that A Chorus Line was choreographed by Fosse…