Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

Comments

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"Well, there is Lurlinemas," Elphaba said. "But I'm not sure how similar they are. Bruce seemed to think that Christmas had become... ruined over the years."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Commercialized?" she asked. "It is mostly about the shopping and stuff, if you go by how most people view it. But it's only like that if you let it get to you."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to do some research," Elphaba said. "If they're so subjective, it'd probably be good to find out what they're about from your history."