...I spoke, and now I'm off to get absolutely skullfucked.
Twas extremely nerve wracking. Usually when I have a microphone in my hands, I'm ten Jaegermeisters down, and I'm shinging drunken shongs at The Colony Arms.
Someone even asked me a question, which was rather delightful. I'm amongst Web 2.0 experts here, let it be known. Those sufficient in enough geekery to talk the talk, and do it without shvitzing out half their bodily fluids beforehand.
Now I'm off to meet Paris Man - my very very first boyfriend (Nine, ten years ago?) who is a Grahamstown local and has informed me - drunkedly mind you - that the Springboks were ahead at half-time. Then I'll probably join the rest of the crew for some intoxicated shenanigans later.
All hail ye Rat & Parrot. I'm back.
4 comments:
I would like to thank you for providing a link to the AA website. I am now found.
Congrats on living through all of those people looking at you and still being able to speak!
thing - anything to help my dear :)
Yirrr it was rather frightening, having a microphone and not being allowed to sing Roxette, but rather talk and not in nonsensicle ramblings...
But it's over, and today I can watch the other speakers instead!
Not only were we up at the second half we completely slaughtered Samoa ;)
Wonder how we'll do this Friday against England ... muahahhaa
The Devine Miss M - I heard so! Nice one for the Boks. I missed the rugga, due to the conference, but caught up on the drinking significantly thereafter ;)
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