A few work friends and I went to the afternoon tea service, which was ensconced in a mahogany-paneled room with plush chairs, oil paintings, and a harp player.
We all joked about how ritzy the place was, but I believe we were truly all in awe over the experience, from the exotic finger sandwiches of caviar, lobster, and smoked salmon, to the rich, freshly baked pastries and sweets that arrived on triple-decker plates. Oh, and the tea … well, it was personally vetted by the "tea master" who came to ensure us that the tea had been properly tested after it arrived from India.
Then the waiter began conversing with someone in our party in perfect French. Where am I and why did they let me in here?
I wish that I could only have stayed through the entire service, but I had to catch the subway to work. I definitely recommend it to anyone with an afternoon to kill and at least $40 to spend.
IN OTHER NEWS
• They've heard my prayers and moved my shift back. Now, I start at 2:30 and work until first edition closes around 10:30. Those extra few hours will make all the difference in my work.
• The Red Sox beat the crap out of the Rockies 13-1 at home tonight in Game 1 of the World Series. The excitement around the city is palatable.
• I'm looking forward to returning to Jacksonville this week. It will be good to see friends, family, cats, and lecture at UNF.
• I wasn't too bummed about missing the New Pornographers show because I thought Neko Case wasn't going to be on tour with them. (She wasn't the last couple times they toured.) That is until I read the Globe review that lavished praise on Case's vocal performance. Dammit.
Now … I'm tired. I'm off to finish watching "Midnight Express" and try not to have nightmares about being condemned to a Turkish prison.
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