This Would Never Have Happened if Gilmore girls Was Still on the Air

My job is the result of a project sponsored by a foundation back east. They are wonderful people and very passionate about what they do. Tonight they are hosting a dinner at one of the best restaurants in town, a place so nice that in all my 33 years in Seattle I've never been there. It's a schmoozy affair for big brass and board members and such like that. Yesterday MAB said, "Oh, we want you to come to the dinner tomorrow night...I put you down as a 'yes' but it occurred to me that I should ask you properly".

"Well, golly, MAB," I said. "I don't know. I'll have to make some calls, rearrange a few things, but I suppose I could be there".

Golly gosh, I'm excited. Fortunately, I've been at the job long enough to know just enough of the people involved that I won't feel like a complete idiot when we arrive. I'm never very good with the "hi, my name is...what do you do..." sort of chitter chat that these sorts of affairs usually require. But under the circumstances I think I'll be able to manage; especially since a nice dinner is involved. I know how to eat.