We go to a party full of stuffed shirts. My wife taught at Georgetown University in Washington D.C. and she still goes to one of the Professors party that lives outside of the city in his 6000ft. home. I don’t like going there, but he has the food catered and it’s excellent.
They make broiled crab cakes, shrimp (already peeled), ham, pieces of tenderloins and an unbelievable mass of food. The other good part is that dress is business casual. The bad part is that most of the guests are either working or retired professors. That means they like to talk about their job. They ask me what I did for work. I tell them I was a pilot for United for 33 years. Most say “That’s nice” or “You had a good job.” and after that they talk about their job forever, until I tell them “Excuse me, I have to get a refill.”
It makes for a long night until midnight and my wife is ready to leave after most of the men have kissed her. I don’t know the women, but that doesn’t stop them from kissing me. I’m 6’4”. Some have trouble reaching me so they avoid me. The kissing is wild mainly because many of the guests are blitzed. The women are drunk on wine and the men get drunk drinking all kinds if drinks. There is a bartender there.
We have a two hour ride home. Good thing I only have two drinks and then Diet Coke. I did get caught in a sting in Maryland. I had to take a breathalyzer and my number was .02. The Trooper said he smelled alcohol when I put my window down. I told him the truth that I only had 2 drinks. He let me go.