Male Murmurings

I walked into the room, and almost immediately, the male murmuring reached high levels of unintelligable talk. I was the silent one with my head spinning at the noise--little of which I could make out.

I felt like the proverbial fish out of water.

Not to mention I was the only one without a suit jacket, and beyond that, wasn't assigned a table for the lunch since I'm a media member, so I had to wait until everyone else sat down before scanning the room for empty seats. They were plentiful enough, and my table mates were pleasant enough, and probably the most diverse table of the group (put it this way, it wasn't all white males at the table, as almost every other table was).

Bits of small talk, salad, lunch and dessert. Not really sure what was contained in all of those. Then I listened to the head of a union speak, which is why I was there in the first place.