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Sunday, 14 February 2010 01:36:22
That's right, I'mma goin' to a shindig! 'S gonna be all fancy, and lots of bowin' for the genn'lmen and curtseyin' on the part of the ladies. The event of the year, and I will be dancing all night "like a birdie on a branch". "And the pretties!": There will be dances that match to the heel-kickin' music, were we so ungenteel as to hop around with tree-parts on our heads, drunk on moonshine. I hear they do that on the border moons. And there will be uselessly ornate chandeliers. I believe they're of the standard variety, instead of the hovering, however. Needless to say, I will interrogate the buffet table, as well as being introduced to more than a few Mr. Persephone Pageant winners. There will be strawberries. On the way back to my ship, I will foil a dastardly plot or two without spoiling my fancy clothes, and sleep soundly, with visions of free engine parts dancing through my head. At least, it's how I fondly forsee my upcoming evening. Hitch-free. But something just tells me... EDIT: Amazing. There WAS a hitch--I came down with a space bug and didn't attend. No punching, no job, and definitely no strawberries. *insert poorly enunciated chinese swearing here*