first order of business: this is post #500. wacky.
more importantly, i just went to a 3 hour free lunch of women. lots and lots of women. being all womanly. which in this case appears to mean: picking at salads, avoiding the carbs inherent in the bread roll, being chatty, and anti-men. (I mopped my salad bowl with the bread after layering it with butter, attempted to disappear into the chair fabric so as not to be a charming luncheon conversationalist partner, and was anti-men [it’s not hard].)
in addition we looked at beautiful photographs of geisha taken by the guest lecturer, while i avoided my history teacher, terrified she would ask me how my paper was going.
I thought at first that you said it was a 3-hour lunch, “free of women.” They always ruin lunch, anyway.
I thought it was a three hour free lunch of women. Which is what you wrote. But I’m sure they didn’t serve women. For lunch.
A sandwich walks into a bar. Bartender says: “I’m sorry, we don’t serve food here.”