Dinner

So yesterday I went to this dinner over at Mandarin Oriental, where my company was invited over to some awards ceremony for management accountants. It was awesome!!!

I joke. It sucked.

Seeing as that it was all formal-like, we actually had to dress up for the whole thing. No, not just slapping on a pair of dirty jeans, a green tshirt with a logo of UPS (heh heh. I laugh because I know why its funny. And you dont. Oh, feeling left out now huh? Tough.) on it and a pair of dirty shoes.

Like I said, we had to dress-up all smart like. Those bastards! And to top it all off, I had to borrow my housemate's work shoes, because mine werent appropriate enough with how I was suited up. (Imagine black shiny slacks with dirty Timberlands.)

'Twas kinda awkward for me because I usually poke fun at his insanely smelly feet.

'Dude, I can't believe I'm asking you this but... can I borrow your shoes?'

'Ohooooo!!! You make fun of my (smelly) feet and now, you want to borrow my shoes?! Oh how the mighty've fallen! Look at me, I have not-so-smelly-feet and I always make fun of Adi who has smelly feet that can kill people! But now I have to borrow Adi's shoes because-'

'Just gimme the damn shoes.'

'Ok.'

Stupid dinner.