Tonight we had a party at an Italian restaurant. I suspect the Italians would be upset.

Tonight was the welcome party for the school where I work. It was highlighted by the fact that one of my former junior high school students is now a teacher at the school where I work. (And by the fact that he probably has a better contract than I have, albeit with much, much more responsibility.)

As a rule I eat a decent snack before school parties because the food either arrives slowly or in  less than adequate amounts, but today’s party was complicated by happy hour at a family restaurant. We had beer and snacks whilst waiting for the party to start but that’s when things got complicated.

First, we were able to order drinks but the food arrived slowly. It was good but we only got a taste as it arrived preportioned for  each party goer.

Along the way, we were served drinks in pitchers and bottles but not individually. At least not until last call when drinks were sold individually. Food just trickled in.

As soon as I got home I had a snack which is not what you’d expect after a meal at an Italian restaurant.