casket party

I just returned home to the city from a business function.  It was a dinner party to celebrate the launch of a local casket distributor’s new website and a series of 18 gauge metals.  The venue was oddly enough the exact same location (same hall, same room, etc.)  as my high school senior prom.  Again I wore black.  Again I wore heels.  Instead of alone, this time I was invited and escorted by two of my co-workers who drove in from my hometown.  Where the dance floor was in 2004, tonight were nine full-size caskets and a full display of corner cuts.  The evening was pleasant.  A good chance to meet and to greet and to be introduced.  All in all I spent the evening schmoozing at a casket party.