Our agency hosted a little hors d'oeuvre and cocktail party for members of a professional organization we belong to who are in town for a series of meetings. I and my teammates were here working while the schmoozing and boozing was going on. I got a couple odd looks when I went into our conference room and took photos of the food, but no one said anything. Probably chalked it up to someone who hadn't seen crab cakes before. Oh I'm well acquainted with crab cakes. They don't call me Deadliest Catch for nothing.
No one actually calls me Deadliest Catch.
My nicknames are Magma and Skonk (although I'm hoping Skonk goes away — Magma is kinda cool).
I don't think we can do anything here without copious amounts of alcohol. It's kind of the industry standard. In our cubicle row, we actually have a file cabinet converted into a liquor cabinet... and it's fully stocked.
The tasties were all tasty looking... and looked especially dripping in the calories. I'm sure it was all great.
The crab cakes may not have been crab after all. Someone commented that they were more like seafood-surprise cakes.
No idea what these were other than deep fried and on sticks.
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