While I'm talking about work (again) anyway, I thought I'd mention that we did a party last weekend for the Romanian consulate here in NYC. Ordinarily that news and the ensuing party would be a snooze-fest, and it would have been were it not for the fact that one of our tech guys seriously fucked up and made a major faux pas in international protocol. Due to a missed cue and a technical glitch we inadvertantly played the US national anthem (being the host country) before the Romanian (being the guest country). A musical version of a loud fart during dinner and one the party planner had a mini meltdown over. Ooops.
The other, way more interesting story of note had to do with the guest list at the party. Out of all the people you would expect to find at a snooty cocktail reception and dinner thrown by the Romanian embassy, I would venture one of the last would be this guy:
That's right folks, I couldn't have been more delighted to see America's Most Smartest Model finalist, alleged serial groper, Romanian born (aha!) Andre Birleanu. I thought about trying to dress up like Poland and see if he wanted to try and re-create the Soviet invasion, but in light of the fact that we had already risked one international incident, I decided to stand off to the side and giggle like a schoolgirl instead.
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