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Dinner Party

OFFICE PARTIES ARE SO OVER-RATED. Oh wait, they are not. The one which I went to yesterday, couldn't have been lamer. Everything that I have seen about them in movies or read in books is true.

A rocking party is like a 4 wheeler, you get stuck even if one of the wheels is missing.
  1. Hot Babes should be invited.
  2. Booze.
  3. Good Food.
  4. Great Music.
Shockingly, organizers managed to goof up on all the 4 fronts.

You don't find too many chicks on a construction site, so they should have fuckin' invited people from the head office.

Or atleast provided us with booze so as to make us not fret too much about how thy party sucked.

"You don't eat meat? How the hell do you get the proteins into your system?" 
WTF(*^#@)(*$^$)@_!@%! Come On you asshole, lot of people are vegans and they fuckin' will go on to live longer that you.
And btw, even the salads were confusing.

And please someone shoot that guy who selected the music.
Seems like Arabic Music has only one scale on the pianos and the guitars, same pitch, same music. 
Hopefully the above statement is not true, cuz it would really suck for the arab world.
And the English Music seemed like something that one would play in an obituary.

And the thing about official dinner parties is that you end up meeting the same old people who are around you all the time. Nobody, I mean nobody bought any +1s or +2s or whatever, which was a little surprising (Hope its not always like this).

The only good thing was the hotel. Just your around the corner 5 star hotel nothing great, but the crowd was good. Something worthwhile at the end of it all.

P.S. Catch the pics here. I am sure you could take a guess on how interesting the party was by some of the pics that you see.

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