- There's Something About Mary -

Forgive the extended lag period during which this blogsite has laid fallow; I would really, honestly have updated you, O Reader, with anecdotes from my soap opera life (and I say this without a hint of sarcasm - it's all true, these days) in a much more expeditious fashion. But I seek your understanding that there have been extenuating circumstances, all of which could be rather concisely summed up in: I couldn't be arsed.

Friday saw me prance about on stage for all of 10 seconds (after a few days of rehearsals) in garb I'd never be caught dead in on the streets -- and that is a statement in itself, as those familiar with my frankly appalling sartorial sense would attest. I also pretty much made a monkey of myself (again on stage, in full view of prying, voyeuristic eyes) later on, but I must say I quite enjoyed myself while I was at it.
Got to try my hand at judging as well at the event, which saw Jimmy Choo (yes, shoeman himself) turning up as VIP. Don't know who was more chuffed that the other was there. Ho ho.

And then there was that Spanish Presentation on Monday, for which I had to speak on The O.C. Yes, I know, but look - Singapore was taken by someone else (cuerva fea, vieja y gorda!) so I just had to do the city I knew second best. As these things go, it was a riot, and we were all enjoying myself until this Californian girl who speaks fluent Italian and has actually been to said location took it upon herself to grill me and correct certain factual errors. I mean, it's a TV show, get with it, cuerva!

Lost my last match for the 6s today, 3-0. Ah well.
In between, Barca got dumped out of the Champions League as well. Not a good week for great teams then.