The key note speech was TERRIBLE. If I heard one more stutter from the former ambassador I was going to fork my eye.
My boss acknowledged me (a good thing) but also butchered my last name. For the record, it is Kelly DaviEs, not Kelly Davis.
I was chased by a mad, Palestinian because I gave him a table by the doorway. An act that completely disrespected him and all of his countrymen. Therefore, I am complicit in a Zionist conspiracy (but of course.)
The lamb steak was undercooked. But the orange truffle cheesecake a delight.
All in all, a great evening.
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