Let’s Have A Fiasco On Saturday Night?

(Honed by an indoorsy past as a voracious reader, my English/writing skills have caught my manager’s attention and he often calls me on my desk line or brings me into his office for advice on how to word things like promotional e-mails, letters, etc. My desk line rings – caller ID shows his extension.)

Me: “Helloooooo!”

Manager: “What are some other words for party?”

Me: “Uhm… Celebration? Bash? Blowout?”

Manager: “Can you think of anything that starts with an ‘F’?”

Me: “Not offhand. I’ll let you know if I think of anything.”

Manager: “Okay.”

(We hang up. About a minute later, my phone rings again. It’s him.)

Me: “Long time no talk!”

Manager: “Is a fiasco a bad thing?”

Me: “Yes.”

Manager: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Very, very sure.”

Manager: “So it’s not like a party.”

Me: “No, [Manager]. A fiasco is nothing like a party.”

Manager: “Oh. Okay. If you’re sure.”

(We hang up a second time. This time it’s only about two seconds before my phone rings yet again.)

Manager: “I was thinking of a fiesta.”