an acquaintance

Today, some bigwig smsed us at noon, 'hey lets meet for dinner n supper together today'. Im sure he gave us sucha short notice. Turnout was, as expected, egregiously ghastly and deplorably repugnant. Supper was ambrosia. It included a bowl of lavish and luscious beancurd, with its blissfully delicate surface, as smooth as white ice. Simply splendid. The rest of the time were spent observing some chi kungfu guru sipping on his chi tea. How did this happen? Cos it was organised by some bigwig.