More champagne please!
Monday, April 30, 2007 at 16:57 Last Saturday night was reserved for a very fancy party to which Emily had invited me. Emily is a good friend from high school. It was for a group of surgeons in New York and it was a dinner and dance at the Pierre.
We arrived at the Pierre all dressed up, even wearing high heels. The minute I walked in, I felt I was in the movie "The Shining" by Steven King. The halls were creepy and from another era. Once the band started playing, I then felt like I was in another movie, "The Poseidon Adventure" (the old one, not the awful remake from last year), where the women starts to sing "There's got to be a morning after".
And then the tidal wave hits and down goes the ship.
Emily, this is like the Shining and the Poseidon Adventure. What are you talking about Lori? It's just creeping me out. This beautiful hotel is.
I felt strange from the start of the evening. I admire surgeons more then almost any other professional. Here was a group of wonderful men and women who dedicated their lives to saving lives. How wonderful. Nevertheless, they are an odd group. They are very odd. I cannot explain it. Maybe they felt superior to other humans, much like the majority of medical doctors. I noticed right away that a large group of women had biceps and were very well built. Bodybuilders? No, powerful female surgeons. Emily said some of the women were medical reps and others were surgeons.
I took a walk to the bathroom and stopped off to get some more champagne. The bar was all out. Shit. Then a nice waiter appears and said "for you, my dear, there is always more champagne." "Oh, how lovely, I am at table 1." Off I go to the bathroom to explore this classic hotel. I brought my camera into the bathroom and decided to take some photos of my boobs. I have no idea why the simple evening dress I was wearing made them look enormous. Snap, snap, snap....
Back to the table to find a full glass of champagne waiting for me, together with the mean stares of my table mates. "How come you keep getting refills on the champagne and your not even a suregeon?" That was the look I was getting all night. Emily was engaged in conversation with her colleague, so I began to take photos of my feet. I will make a video later of the photos. I was busy for quite a while taking feet photos under the table when Emily grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position. "What are you doing?" "Nothing really, just taking photos of my feet" "Why are you doing that?" "I don't know." "Let's go to the bathroom."
"OK, Emily," as I downed my glass of cold champagne. Tasty. In the bathroom I decided to see how it would look if I walked out of the bathroom with my dress stuck into my panties. Emily almost hit the floor laughing when she saw how ridiculous it looked. Still she had to take some photos. It did look very silly.
I just had to do things to entertain myself or I would have started screaming. Back at the table my personal butler walked over to pour me another glass of champagne. Emily yelled, "That's it cut her off, no more champagne for this woman." "Why not?" "You are now pulling your dress up at the table in addition to taking photos of your feet. Next you will be taking photos of your panties right here." "Cut her off," Emily was serious, so sadly I agreed, no more bubbles for me. We danced, we ate, we laughed, we took strange photos and then we walked into all the bars in the Pierre. Not very interesting so we headed back downtown.
I have now shared champagne with surgeons, the self proclaimed gods of the medical profession. And I have the photos of my feet to prove it. I like being the significant other of Emily, a woman who makes me look like a wimp. Takes the pressure off me.
Reader Comments (2)
bravo, my dear.
b.