The Contessa

Meet for early morning coffee with the Contessa to talk about work situation. Extreme humidity has effect of turning brain to oatmeal (cooked) and no amount of coffee enables me to pay sharp attention to dire situation the Contessa has gotten herself into. The Contessa asks What do you think She wanted to know? Venture, Maybe she just wanted to gossip? The Contessa says in sarcastic tone that do not care for, Maybe she was just be your friend? The Contessa sighs, apologizes. Says, that she is very worried -- next weekend is the office retreat at the vice-boss's place in Amagansett -- what is she to do? Oatmeal brain bubbles and Say dreamily, I wish I could go on the retreat--those were sure some good times. The Contessa says, they were not good times. We got starved, force-fed liquor, and last year your face broke out. Reply, Yes, well this whole trouble started when you smoked pot with the New Man last year. Asks the Contessa, Did I? She answers her own question. Yes, I did. Well -- she says grudgingly -- that was fun. We could be very naughty this time. Tell her primly that do not care to hear details like that. Remind her to pack dried fruits and nuts.