a picturesque grouping of persons or objects; a striking scene

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A few tableaux to end the week: Bullets ahoy!

  • I went to lunch with work friends this week. An ex-employee from another office came to meet us, and she showed us a picture of her new boyfriend. One of my friend’s who is not known for her tact blurted out, “He’s cute!” in such a way that left no doubt that the subtext was, “How in Jesus’s Green Earth did you land him?!” The ex-employee smooshed up her face and put away her picture.
  • Last night a large group of friends went to a wine-tasting. The spiky-haired hostess/teacher was a little bit country. She kept saying a wine was in the “Chianti style.” Someone asked her if Chianti was the type of grape or a region. She said it was a region. I think she’s wrong on both counts. Someone please confirm for me that she was a snake-oil salesman-woman. Her grasp of a few concepts seemed tenuous, and I couldn’t take her seriously with her orange hair.
  • Jen-An once again proved that she loves making me uncomfortable by forcing me to face her while she planted a kiss on my cheek when we met. She accused me of turning away from her hugs. At the end of the night I hugged her too tight, and rubbed my scruffly cheek too hard against her cheek. She said I made snuffling noises also. Jerry said that more-than-likely I gave her a bruise from my cheek-rape. She said she enjoyed it.