Fruits in Suits

So I went to a cocktail party last night. It was for the Gay Chamber of Commerce in Montreal and was held at the investment branch of a national bank. It was announced that the Chamber and TD Waterhouse were entering into a three year partnership. Great news.

The party was pretty decent as well. Wine and food always helps, but I wasn’t in the greatest of socializing moods. Hung out with the bartender for awhile. All of the food was on sticks and I couldn’t (à la Curb Your Enthusiasm) find anywhere to put it after I finished. Darren, the bartender, suggested that they needed a sign saying “Put Sticks Here”. I thought that might not be the wisest saying at a gay event.

Ran into a guy that I see almost every morning at the gym. Needless to say, at 6 a.m. I am not the most chatty person, and after a couple of years of seeing each other, we finally spoke. He is a vice over actor where he does the dubbed French voices for Hollywood films. First time that I had met an actor like that.

When I got home, Bud asked, “Were you drinking red wine?” The stains gave it away. “I thought you were at a meeting for work.” I explained that it was a cocktail party but that it was work related. It is a networking opportunity that has more to do with business than socializing. But he was a bit upset over the fact that I had not included him. But hell, we can’t do everything together.

But Bud has always had a problem with me having friends that he doesn’t know. He went into a fit last year when I suggested that I was going to join the waterpolo team while he was in Australia. I wanted to meet some new people but he didn’t want to come back, join the team and then have to be a friend of my friends, if you get my meaning. I relented. As I always seem to do. And surprise surprise, one year later and neither of us are playing