I did take third place in a contest for the Best of….but let’s just leave it at that. It wasn’t a Pulitzer, it wasn’t the #1 spot on the New York Times best selling list nor was it two weeks on an unnamed island with Colin Firth. But I am not bitter for we had a huge celebration at a castle – not outside of Transylvania (air fare was not included with the award) but about 30 minutes from my house. Who knew? I am sure William and Catherine don’t know either.
Okay, so here I am thinking that awards don’t show up every day, so I was trying to keep my cynical tongue tucked away in my cheek. It didn’t take long for it to bust out between my teeth and I explained, “WTH?” I was in the middle of the bar scene from STAR WARS. Or so it appeared to be. No, it was the bar scene from STAR WARS. I saw George Lucas talking motivation with R2-D2.
It was a loud crowd that walked around like they were on a mission from God and I was a tad bewildered by the outfits I saw…or the lack of them. I was in the middle of a Dancing with the Strippers episode.
I saw two people put ice in their red wine. Thank God I had my inhaler on me. That is just so, so wrong.
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