And the crowd yelled virulently “SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!” and he walked up to the podium slowly, taking deliberate steps careful not to trip over the raised platform. He smiles as the spotlights shine brightly onto his black and white tuxedo. There was no need to adjust the microphone because his voice was already clear and loud enough; no need to signal to the crowd he was about to speak as he leaned slightly forward toward them. Blinking once, as time seemingly slowed to a crawl, he licks his lips and begins to speak.
I’m just joking.
But a party for me would be nice–black tie event even better.
Seriously though, I really never really saw how far I’d go with the blog thing, I certainly never thought I’d make it this far though. So go ahead and mazaltof, I’m here for at least another 100 more!
Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL