Last night I was honoured to be treated to a fancy dinner at Lasipalatsi (The Glass Palace), along with a couple of valued colleagues and my valued supervisor, good friends all.
It was a most excellent meal and in most excellent company. Would a month of paid vacation been a nicer way to reward me for ten years of service? Sure. How about a million dollars and a diamond butt-plug? The butt-plug would be purely ceremonial because I am one of the few people in the world who can claim to have literally worked his arse off for his employer … but yeah, that’d be nice.
But seriously. There’s always someone who gets something better. And there are people who get way, way worse. Having worked in a steel mill, I have absolutely no problem with a nice desk job, a paid day off and some movie tickets at five years, and a several-hundred-euro dinner for four at ten. I’m just glad I had enough colleagues left to invite.
The empty chair is mine. Please resist the urge to break into a soulful Les Miserables song.
Yes, the dinner was fantastic. Amazing food, a few nice drinks and lots of amusing and interesting conversation. I envy Mr. dreameling for his brilliant “renting a hotel room for the night” move, although I was on the bus by 21:00 and home before 22:00.
The blini deal that Lasipalatsi had was also amazing. They gave you the toppings, then you could just keep on ordering blinis until the toppings were done. I personally waved a white flag after a measly 2.75 blinis, but those things are filling. And delicious.
I’m still full.
Washed down with a Moscow Mule, and topped off with a glass of Graham’s 10-year-old tawny port (because TEN F*CKING YEARS), and it was most certainly a night to remember.