So, I attended my first dinner party for a while. I had been warned about what NOT to say, or mention etc. It's tricky as I like to throw a conversation with a weird statement that has no bearing on the current topic at all, but, love rested on my behaviour (and she was sitting next to me).
Thus, I was good, and well behaved, and didn't do anything untoward at all, really. I ate food in the proper fashion, listened to jazz and said appropriate statements like 'groovy' and was generally extremely well behaved.
Mariposa was pleased as it was like I was fitting into society, in a general, 'fitting-in' kind of way. I entered into the whole spirit of things and I offered tips on cooking, did not swear in any language, and simplistically, was a very good Goth.
Everything was going swimmingly well as we sat around the table, as if we were in a Jane Austen novel, eating the gorgeous food that had been prepared, drinking the lovingly chosen wine and talking seriously about the state of affairs in Africa.
Until...
I got asked a question about a particular food. "So, how would you like your .... ?"
"Covered in bees"
At which point, wine flew out of everyones nostrils and the whole occassion took on a different perspective.
It probably doesn't make an awful lot of sense unless you have seen Eddie Izzard talking about bees, but if you haven't, go Here and then you might get it.
Oh well, scheiss passiert !!