an unusual dinner

we had quite an unusual dinner last night.
it was not the company nor the food, just the arrangement.

it was humorous. we ate in a small room that is, to my knowledge a living room, on a table that is used as a desk. a table cover was draped over it though.

however, most interesting was a pair of panties crumpled up on the table prior to our sitting down to eat. we chuckled over it, for the garment didn't belong to our guest, but it was a prop for a story being written. nonetheless, it was funny.

after the food was ready -- and the smell of cooking steaks permeated throughout the house was delicious -- we readied ourselves to eat.

we wound ourselves sitting on a variety of seats. our host sat on an extended ladder, butt propped onthe third rung. dawn sat on a white stool. i sat ona piano bench with its partner located behind me.

our host apologized for the silverware, which didn't match. it was funny because while we had cutting knives, my fork was one of the white plastic variety that bent most times i tried to stab it into the steak.

roving dogs kept a vigilant eye for any sign of crumbs falling off the writing desk. they were giving us el ojo. poor starved pooches, ribs poking out of their matted fur.

probably one of the most interesting place settings for a dinner i've had in some time.