9 pm: The consipracy is unleashed!
Miss America is famed for a rather more extreme show than the one I was a part of (don't ask, believe me you don't wanna know). Anyway, cheers to the boys for the strict instructions she was given ("Don't touch the hair, or the shirt.") They know me too well!
Exhibit H: This is my "don't whip me again" face. Oddly enough, it also strikes a passing resemblance to my "How did I lose that bet" face, but that's another story..
Finally it is over, and someone pushes a gin and juice into my grateful hand. It seems everyone enjoyed the show... which is nice.
Exhibit I: See how they smile... from left to right, Emily, Dixon, myself, and Jimmy. Although trying to smile, you can see that I am really grimacing in a sort of "just wait until it's one of your birthdays" type ways. Believe me, I'm devious and I have plans...
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