Thinking I was going to a picnic, I crashed a lovely dinner at a lovely apartment of a lovely, successful VP of a very important and lovely global corporation. 5 courses. Porcelain plates. Real silverware. Awkward conversation. At least I showed up with cheap ice cream for everyone!!! The Fund for American Studies did not teach me how to handle dinner crashing.
Too bad I didn't establish great rapport with the hosts because I really liked them....
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