I’ve had less than four hours of sleep, they forgot the expresso in my latte, and my dog buggered off to bed. It might not be wise to post now but that’s never stopped me before. You know, rushing in where angels fear to tread… or something.
So, it finally happened. After waiting since early 2011, RA made his debut on the world stage. And what a debutante he was. His outfit was mahhhvelous. He was the prettiest one at the ball and everybody was looking at him. His blushed demurely and becomingly and I’m sure his dance card later was full. His fans watched, bursting with pride over The Next Big Thing. There was no untoward drama. Nobody dragged him into the bushes. He has been officially launched. How many producers will come courting remains to be seen.
Just looking at him, my heart filled with loving snark. My cup truly runneth over. The festivities should keep me blogging again for months. I’m grinning from ear to ear, right now, at the very thought. Yes, sipping coffee and actually sighing contentedly. My muse is regarding me warily. It’s all good.
I’m still considering his report card. But first there are the interviews and the red carpet event to rewatch. I’ll judge his performance carefully and thoughtfully, but with no handicap. The world stage doesn’t do handicaps. You’ll be happy to know, dear reader, that I”ll hold off posting the report card for a few days while everybody enjoys the euphoria.
That will give me enough time to
pack my bags and get out of town give it due consideration.
Feel free to influence my review in the comments. All bribes are welcome.
Oh, I’ve just been offered asylum in Budapest. Cool!
Want to congratulate him? Why not join the gift bombing of his Justgiving page? Show him and the world you care.