Have A Bit More Fun

Thursady afternoon, the third TBJ Restaurant Award kicked off at the Champagne Bar, which as rumor runs is an okay copy of the urbanly hot Centro. So out went this charmed free bird, to find herself embroiled in a flurry of catchups among TBJ teams and old clients.

I was offered ASC wine, tasting good although I secretly wished for Champagne. The first lady waved me over was an old colleague, who quit right after a couple of months of slavery at TBJ and likes to introduce herself as the girlfriend of certain name. With a "hello" missing in her prelude immediately she launched her missile: "So where are you working now?" I grabbed my glass of wine, saying in a jokish way to her: "Hey, relax, don't be so aggressive." She felt a bit embrassed by showing her curiosity in such an egar, restless way, and changed her way of asking: "So are you happy now?" "Very," I said shortly, and helloed the woman standing next to her. As this "girlfriend" lady had curled her hair, glassed her face, and donned a beige suit, she looked a lot feminine, in an uptight professional way, still. I praised her change and she did her bits to me. Out of too many strains and too few topic, she somehow blurted: "Why don't you go mingle? There are a lot hot single guys in the crowd!" I gave her a look, and she made up her mess like this: "I mean, a lot business potentials." Funny little uptight business woman, what is your problem? I winked at her, and it suddenly occured to me that some people they don't change, even the environments around them have changed, but they don't change for happiness and fun. They are so tied up in their own meanness to compare to make others feel bitter, and their belief in the meaning of life is so limited and small. Perhaps it's just a picture for their unhappiness. Well, if I used my girlfriend W's famous phrase, it'd be: "Hey what the fuck? Have more sex man and stop finding fault with me!"