...of Pork and Fennel. I told him it was a new kind of breath mint we had here in the States. Whew. That was close. US/India relations ruined over pork sausage.
During the ball following dinner, the dance floor began to take on a pretty interesting smell. With so many good Americans not used to vegetarian diets or the gastronomical side effects, you might say that the winds on the dance floor had truly changed.
My secret service guys were all over that situation though. I raised my arm in the air and made a twirling motion and overhead fans powered up to take the smell away. Good thing too, because Michelle was stinking up the place. She looked good but smelled like the dead ass of a Rhinoceros.
Party over, everybody went home, back to the residence. Not before stopping at the kitched for a hot dog to go. Michelle took three.