OMG, last night at dinner, Drunk Bernard was in rare form. "I'm a G&T man, myself..." And he loves to pepper his monologues with fancy words. All I kept thinking was, "If you use the word 'abeyance' once more time, I'm going to dump my veal cutlet with radish reduction, lentils, and celery root on your three piece Oxxxford."
It's funny how whenever I agree to a fine dining experience with Mother and DB, I just end up wanting to eat my own head.
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