I have just had one of THE most boring lunches of my life. Seriously. I would rather sit with my Nonna and watch her make gnocchi, breathing in her really old stale Italian mamma smell again, than sit through one more lunch like that...
Am not sure it if is because everyone might be bored of the others company or whether we have just gotten to the point where we have absolutely fuck all to say each other. Mmmm, option 2 might not be such a bad idea especially with regards to Tame B. This woman talks more about her fucking annoying family and crazy-ass cousin than an obese person spends dreaming about cake!
It’s actually quite unnerving having a lunch like that – every one is present and accounted for yet nobody says a word. Ever had that? I never quite know what to do in situations like those cause it isn’t a comfortable silence – does one say something? My usual answer is yes and normally transforms itself into something completely blonde and tartish *proud grin* Or do you cherish the hush – I had the whole silence is golden thang drilled into me as a snot rag!
I like conversations, in fact being Italian has taught me to embrace using my mouth *oops, did I say that?!* I meant talking ;) Either way, lunchtime was so mentally non-stimulating that I now find I have heart burn from eating my chow so damn fast! Bugger…
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Yeah I just hate those lunches. Often find myself making the most inappropriate comments, just to spice it all up. Next time try discussing something truly disgusting. I find that generally works. Otherwise good posts - I'm loving the blog Tart! ;)
Man I wish I had thought of that - am sure it would have caused many interesting reactions! And at least spurred everyone on to actually say something...
Thanks Tart, you are my inspiration!
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