The Marie Antoinette curtsy ...

A few drinks and the cut on my neck no longer hurts, nor do the spiders in my hair bother me. Oh lovely whiskey.
A chronicle of my misadventures as I inadvertently create international incidents, commit social suicide, and major breaches of etiquette, in my vain attempts to fit in with my adopted country, Japan. Except now I'm in Australia.

6 sputters back:
Woohoo!
After a two year wait, the real (and beautiful) GG is revealed!
What a fabulous outfit. I doubt Marie Antoinette ever looked so good.
And I love your hair like that. Hee hee.
How could you have hidden such babeliciousness from us for all this time?
I suddenly feel very old and saggy.
Sigh …
Hehe, Dive. You are very kind. Way too kind! I photograph very badly, which is why I avoid cameras. Of course, I am in denial that I really do look that bad in real life.
It was a great dress, although I do feel the need to point out that it was way too big for me. Did my bum look big in that?
And you are not old and saggy. You have great legs!!
[Of course, this could always be a photo of someone else…]
You photograph badly?
Sheesh! I wish I photographed as badly as that!
It's kinda hard to tell if your bum looked big but you certainly did a lot for the dress.
Whooee!
Dammit, I wish I'd paid more attention when you were my secretary.
If you ever get to London, bring and can of mace; you'll need it to fend me off.
Hehe, you really are very good for a GG's ego, kind sir.
Perhaps I need to be reinstated as your VPS?
Excellent! Here's a payrise!
Huzzah, Me Empress, Ye be Most Fetchin'! Th' Cap'n kisses Yer hand an' ask th'Further Boon o'Yer Company at Her Side.
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