Friday, September 19, 2008

All during dinner there was a rivalry between tables four and six.

"We're the greatest," we'd say. "We're the greatest table. Table six!" And we'd raise our glasses. Table four would wave their hands dismissively.

Later on as the dance floor emptied and the crowd thinned out, I was standing by myself. A guy from table four came by.

"You guys are from that subservient table!" he declared.

"Subservient?" I said.

"Subversive! Subversive! I meant subversive! I'm drunk! I'm drunk! Subversive!"