Happy Wedding!
Posted in Gossip on 09/08/2007 11:46 pm by enjanerdCongrats to Ian’s bro and his bride!! Pictures to follow, hopefully…
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Birthday Visit
Posted in Gossip on 08/20/2007 09:35 pm by enjanerdSo, a few weeks back, I was at my parents’ house eating cake and brownies when the doorbell rang. There were already a dozen people in the house and the person at the door was obviously not related to us since they rang the doorbell. Similar to the phone ringing, oftentimes my family will respond to the doorbell with yells of “Door!” while continuing to sit and do whatever we were doing before the bell rang.
My uncle ended up being the first one curious enough to answer the door. Before the other person had a chance to say anything or even introduce himself, my uncle greeted him, “Congressman Davis! How are you?” He stayed long enough to hear the polite response before walking away giving an explanation of, “I don’t live here.”
(Yes, these are the kinds of celebrity sightings my family gets riled up over.)
So, my mom goes to the door, since she does live there, and starts talking to him. Meanwhile, the rest of my family and extended family are milling about asking who was at the door and why he was there.
At the time, I was carrying around a clipboard with a half-written letter to Sonny. We’ve been writing group/family letters to him basically live-blogging our Saturday lunches. And what better way to live-blog than to have a guest blogger, right?
I approached the door… After my mom’s attempts to invite the Congressman in and have some cake were politely declined, I caught his eye; he saw my clipboard and started to look a little shifty-eyed. I explained that my brother is in training and about to get sent to Iraq and we were writing him a letter. Would he like to add something to our letter for that week?
Well, that explained the clipboard, but he still had no interest in blindly writing and signing something some girl just hands to him. So, he pulls out his wallet and pulls out one of his cards to write a note to Sonny, which we can mail with our letter. Seemed like a reasonable enough compromise.
As he was writing, he made some polite conversation with me. He asked if I was still in school. There was the initial look of surprise when I said no, then the next surprised look when I said I graduated about 5 years ago, then yet another when I said I graduated from Virginia Tech (not high school, as I can only assume he was expecting) and am now working as an engineer for a defense contractor.
Anyway, the whole reason he was there was to campaign for his wife, Jeannemarie Devolites Davis, who is running for re-election for Senate. Now, I didn’t realize they were married. The last time I had been in the area when she was campaigning, she woke me up from a nap and didn’t have Davis tacked on to the end of her name. I had no idea who she was at the time either, not that it would have mattered in my groggy state. In any case, this time she sent her husband to come around my parents’ neighborhood and, as always, it was an exciting time at my parents’ house.download The Usual Suspects movie Babys Day Out full movie
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And it spreads…
Posted in Gossip on 08/14/2007 08:32 am by enjanerdOh yeah, and I forgot two more. One of Ian’s cousins had a baby this spring and the other is due this fall.
Baby showers… what fun!
Baby Epidemic
Posted in Gossip on 08/11/2007 09:01 am by enjanerdWhat is going on??
So far this year, my sis-in-law finished making a baby, my boss’s wife just finished one, and VHMPrincess had her third.
I just found out that 3 of my former coworkers are pregnant. This is especially interesting because I don’t work with that many women.
The first one, who has probably already had her baby by now left my current company about a year ago and sent an email a few months ago announcing her wedding and expected child.
Second, was TLD’s workiversary buddy. She quit, worked somewhere else for a while, got married, bought a house, sold her house and moved south, moved back, and got pregnant. All within about a year and a half.
Third, a former coworker who was more opposed to children than I am and smokes like a chimney, announced she’s due in January. This is terrifying
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Bad boys, bad boys… Watcha gonna do..?
Posted in Gossip on 07/17/2007 11:14 pm by enjanerdAbout halfway through my run this evening, I hear shouting coming from the men’s room:
Woman: “Give me my phone!”
Man: *response muffled*
Woman: “Get away from me! I just want my phone back!”
Man: “No!” *muffled*
This goes on for a few minutes, but the only parts I could hear clearly were shouted. *Phone* *NO* and various curse words.
I go upstairs to the lobby to talk to the receptionist. I have no idea what time the security guards usually show up, but I know they’re there at night.
“Are either of the security guards in yet?”
“No, they don’t get in until later. Why?”
“I heard a man and woman shouting in the locker room, but I couldn’t tell if they were fighting or just arguing loudly. I thought maybe someone should check just to be safe.”
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m not supposed to leave the desk unattended.”
“Oh, hm…”
“Stop by when you finish your workout and tell me if they’re still fighting. I might be able to do something then.”
“Ok, thanks.”
So, I head back downstairs, passing the exterior door to the men’s room. It’s halfway open. A guy walks out of it, closing the door behind him as he leaves. I pause a second to get a look at him, and as I pass the doorway, a woman comes rushing out calling for help.
“Hey, please help me. This guy threw me against a wall in there. He hit my head against the wall!”
“Don’t listen to her. This is none of your business.”
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Maybe not the smartest move, but I do let the girl kind of stand to one side of me, placing myself between her and the man.
He starts reaching for the woman’s arm, “Don’t lie. Come on. Let’s go.”
She steps back from him, “I’m not going anywhere with you. Leave me alone!”
In a feeble attempt to explain, he turns toward me, “She’s my girl. It’s just a –”
“I’m not your girl! I’m not even your girlfriend
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The guy starts weighing his options. I’m clearly not leaving someone asking me for help. He gives her a final dirty look. “You don’t even live here. *expletive* this. Do what you want.” And with that, the guy walks away.
I turn to the woman, “I don’t have a phone on me. I’ll walk you upstairs to the lobby ok? We’ll call from there.”
“Did you see him? Look at him. I don’t even know his last name. He thinks I’m going to sleep with him so he’ll drive me home? Look at my phone! He threw it in the trash. Wouldn’t give it back to me and it’s brand new
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So, I let her yell and rant as we wait for the elevator to go back upstairs. I’m still unclear as to why she was in the men’s room with this guy if she didn’t even know who he was. Even so, voluntarily walking into a men’s room for whatever reason, does not justify someone attacking you.
We approach the front desk and Woman asks DeskLady if she remembers the man she came in with. She does and even has the apartment number written down. Woman explains the situation.
DeskLady asks, “Do you want me to call his mom?”
Jigga-what now? “I thought he lives upstairs.”
“He lives with his mom,” Woman explains.
Ohhh. How old are these people?? They looked around mid-20s to me. My age. I would not expect DeskLady to offer to call my parents to someone I wronged. Maybe they’re younger than I thought. Do young people physically abuse each other? Yeah, I suppose so. You hear all those stories in the news. And yet, “all those stories” are usually stories I hear from other people telling me about these horrible tragedies they heard about in the news.
Anyway. Back to this story.
DeskLady asks Woman, “What do you want to do?”
Woman looks at me, confused, uncertain. “I guess I should call the police?”
“That’s what I’d do,” replies DeskLady encouragingly. “But I can’t call for you. You need to call.”
I can see Woman hesitating. From the TV shows I watch, I knew she should at least call to file a report and find out her options. She could change her mind about pressing charges later, but she would have less of a chance of conviction if she waited.
“You could call the non-emergency line for the police if you want. You don’t need to call 911, but it’s probably a good idea to report this either way.”
“Ok, do you have the non-emergency line?”
DeskLady looks it up for her and a few minutes later, the police are on their way. I sit out front on the benches with Woman. Over the course of the next few minutes, a lot more of the story comes out. Some strange, some key to understanding the whole situation.
She’s known this guy for ~2 years, but doesn’t know his last name. They’re just friends and have never dated, but she has dated guys in the past who have hit her. They’re in their 20s, btw. She’s 22 and he’s 24 or 25.
She was at a pool with some friends earlier and when that pool closed, he invited her to come hang out at the pool at his building. So she got a ride over with him and they hung out for a while. When that pool closed, they went in to the sauna for a bit (which is why she was in the men’s room). Then, when she decided that it was time for her to go home, he wouldn’t drive her.
He made up some excuses, said he didn’t have his car, offered to drive her home after she gave him head, etc. He left for a couple minutes, so she took out her brand new [red? I have no idea what it was] cell phone and called a friend. When he got back, she clapped her phone shut. He twists her arm and grabs it from her. When she insisted she needed to leave, he refused to let her.
She starts screaming for her phone back. There’s some shoving, fighting for the phone. She gets pushed into a wall. She hits him back. She decides it’s not worth it and is just going to leave and call the police from the lobby. He relents and just throws her phone in the trash. She goes to retrieve it. He walks out the door.
Two police officers arrive in separate patrol cars. While they’re filling out paperwork from wherever they were previously, Woman and I make small talk.
“I hate talking to police,” she confides.
“Aw, they’re not so bad… And they’re here to help you.” Did I actually say that? I just walked out of a 1980s after-school special. (“You, alright!? I learned it from watching you!” Haha, yeah…)
“What do you do for a living? You’re not a cop are you? I’ve just been bad-mouthing them,” she claps her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
“Nah, I’m an engineer. But all the cops I’ve met have been nice.”
“Wow. An engineer. I just started fashion school,” she laughs.
“Cool.” Quickly, I try to think of a follow-up question, besides “What do you do there?”
“I don’t even know what engineers do.” She sounds almost disappointed with herself.
“Eh, I know nothing about fashion either, so I guess we’re even.”
“We have nothing in common,” we laugh together, before the imminent pause in conversation.
We talk about Cops for a few minutes before the officers exit their vehicles and take our statements. The officer speaking with Woman was well trained, but missing a little something in implementation.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Well, I’m just frustrated and angry.”
“That is understandable,” he recites from his manual on “How to Console Victims.”
“He hit my head against a wall! He took my phone! I don’t have to put up with this.”
“Of course not. No one deserves that.” Chapter 2: Everyone is Worth Something.
“He wouldn’t let me leave! He twisted my arm!”
“Wait, let’s start at the beginning.” Policing 101.
So she tells her story, starting from the middle as far as I can tell. But as she elaborates, she fills in details from the beginning.
I give my statement and contact info to Deputy Jr. Run upstairs to let Ian know I’ll be a little bit longer before dinner.
“Gonna be late for dinner. Gotta give statement to police. Be back in a few.”
Go back downstairs, listen to the tail end of Woman’s story.
Officer Robot asks Woman, “What would you like us to do?”
“What can you do? Are you going to arrest him?”
“Well, that’s up to you. You have a couple options here. 1) Walk away and, hopefully, never see this guy again. Or 2) I can go upstairs now and talk to him, ask for his side of the story. It’s up to you whether you want to go to court and press charges.”
“Do I have to go to court before anything gets done?”
“Possibly. If he admits to hitting you, we will arrest him today. And from what you’ve told us already, it sounds like we would have grounds to arrest him now anyway. He prevented you from leaving and held you against your will. That’s abduction. That’s a felony. He hit and threatened you. That’s assault and battery. He took your phone without your consent. That’s theft.
“I would like to strongly encourage you to take this to court and follow through on these charges, but it’s your decision.”
She only needs about a second of thought before responding, “I want you to go do that. Go talk to him. I want to press charges.”
Who moved my cheese?
Posted in Gossip on 07/10/2007 07:00 am by enjanerdI logged onto my Fidelity account last week and discovered that half my money was missing. There was no trace of it… I couldn’t find any record of it in my old statements or anything. Time. To. Panic. Flight of the Phoenix divx
Then, I realized it was my investments from my old job. Maybe they changed plans or something… So, I asked TLD what was up. They had just moved their KSOP to Principal Investments. I logged onto there and found only my stock options. Worth something, but I was only with the company ~3 years, so not where the bulk of my retirement money was coming from.
After bugging TLD some more, I found out that they had just moved the 401k stuff over last week. Should be accessible this week. I already had an account with Principal from when they moved the ESOP over there last year, which is why that showed up, but not the 401k.
Logged on this morning and found my money all there, safe and sound. *Phew*
Don’t worry, sis. I won’t have to come stay with you when I’m old, poor, and homeless. :)
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Posted in Gossip on 02/04/2007 10:08 am by enjanerdI have to admit this baby shower thing wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Walking in the door, everyone was given a necklace. It could be taken away from you if you were caught saying “baby.” Anna schooled everyone.
Then there was the baby food tasting thing. Nine jars of baby food with the labels removed. Try to identify each of them. Beef that smells like tuna? I have concerns. My mom won with a perfect score.
Other highlights include Anna going down to the basement to get a beer and being told to just bring the rest upstairs since she kept
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going down there for more. And Stephanie squealing and running away with the mudpie Ian and I brought. I didn’t think pregnant people moved that fast.
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Bridezilla
Posted in Gossip on 09/10/2006 09:25 am by enjanerdI’m totally going overboard looking at wedding ideas on the internet. I’m hoping to skip the bridal magazine phase since I don’t think I want to pay for anything in there, but I’m still looking around on websites for ideas that I can do myself or improvise in cheaper ways. Err… I mean frugal. Or something.
Big news for the weekend, though: Found a location! I thought once we did this, I could stop obsessing. It didn’t work, but I’m getting close. A lot of the big details are getting set — date, location, bridal party, etc. So, I’m kind of just having fun looking at arts and crafts for centerpieces and favors.
Restrictions at this location: no red beverages, no glitter or confetti, no open flames. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to email me. I might even tell you what we have in mind so far. :)
When I started looking at locations, I started freaking out because it didn’t look like we could reserve a place for under $2k, pretty much the entire budget. But then I started looking for locations that didn’t look like princess weddings and it all started to be more reasonable. Then, we had to rule out outdoor venues because you’re not allowed to have alcohol there. Right now, our estimates show going over by a couple hundred dollars (that includes “rehearsal” dinner — not actually for rehearsing.), but I’m still trying to find out what I can get at a better price.
At first, it didn’t look it’d be possible to stay under budget, but now I’m taking it personally. This is a challenge to my personal beliefs. It must
be possible to have a wedding for a “reasonable” price. And if we set a number for the budget, it will be done. There’s no point in setting a budget if we’re not going to stick to it. Flowers too expensive? Crossed off the list. People telling me everything has to match. Off the list. This is Tootsie movie download possible.
What I learned at JL2's wedding
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2. If someone forgets to unlock the doors to let the processional exit, make sure you have good ushers who are willing to scale walls and jump over bushes to open the doors from the inside.
3. Do not let your step-father talk to the bag-piper prior to the ceremony.
4. Be sure to seat the immature people together. They’ll have much more fun that way.
5. If you have candles at the tables, make sure you leave a book of matches for candles that go out. Some guests might take matters into their own hands…
6. Don’t invite people who have known you a long time. They have a few too many stories…
7. Leave embarrassing pictures of the groom around. People will sign them and leave happy notes.
8. Hotel, ceremony, and reception in the same building — the drinking never stops. Ingenious!
9. Lotto tickets make for awesome wedding favors. (Ian won $10!)
10. Every wedding must have the electric slide. It’s just not a real wedding otherwise.
It was a fun wedding. Got to see some people I haven’t seen in a while. (Namely, the bride and groom.) I finally met JL2′s father. I’ve only known JL2 12 years… I don’t know when I would have had the opportunity to meet him. Caught up with Roy and his girl. Hung out with the girl, mostly, while Roy was off doing groomsmanly stuff. And that’s about it. Lots of eating, drinking, and dancing.
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Demolition!!
Posted in Gossip on 08/29/2006 06:59 am by enjanerdMy sister and I have been talking for weeks about going to see the destruction of the Wilson Bridge. We ended up deciding last night not to go though. The weather was kind of muggy and the viewing point was only intended to hold about a hundred people, so it was suggested we get there around 9pm. Explosions are cool and all, but waiting 3 hours, potentially in rain, for a not that awesome view of events didn’t seem worth it.
I was, however, awake around 12:30 last night when I heard a really loud noise outside. It was different from the highway noises we usually hear, but I didn’t know what it was. At first, I thought it was the bridge explosion, but it looked at the time and it was half an hour later than scheduled. But I just read in the Post that the demolition didn’t happen until 12:30. I’m pretty sure the noise I heard was the explosion. Too bad I don’t live on a higher floor. We might have been able to see it from here.
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Posted in Gossip on 08/22/2006 07:16 am by enjanerdSo, I got no work done yesterday because I was so engrossed in this breaking news: Manhunt in Blacksburg. Synopsis: Guy attempts to rob deli, goes to jail awaiting trial. Gets hurt and is brought to the hospital. Overpowers deputy, fatally shoots a hospital security guard. Shoots another officer while on the run. Gets caught.
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In any case, the reason they thought he was in Squires and had to shut that down and have police snipers on the roof of the library?
A GIRL WHO WAS IN SQUIRES CALLED HER MOTHER AND SAID “I FEEL LIKE I’M A HOSTAGE”. MOTHER FREAKED AND CALLED POLICE.
Lady, what kind of stupid daughter do you think you raised? In a hostage situation, when given a cell phone, you think she would call you
instead of the police!? And then you call the police diverting dozens of officers for over 3 hours? You couldn’t figure it out any faster than that?
Sure, I don’t know how accurate that story is, but he was never spotted on campus and Squires was still evacuated. Also, exciting news yesterday, some girl got locked out of her car and some guy ODed on drugs. Yes, I listened to the police scanner online. The capture was *awesome*.
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It's in the mail. Really.
Posted in Gossip on 08/18/2006 07:45 am by enjanerdI read Hax Chat
every week. I think it’s because I’m nosy, but for whatever reason, I love reading advice columns. An on-going theme in her chats and her weekly columns are bridezillas or their horrible friends. Women who demand a princess wedding or friends who assume they’re invited and make a scene when they’re not.
Every now and then, people write in saying they were invited to some shower or received a “Save the Date” card, but never got an invitation. Then there’s some huge rift in the friendship/family and people are never the same again. Or, a couple sends out invitations and never receive a response card back, their good friends don’t show up, and are forever angry with each other.
So, I know JL2 is getting married. I’ve talked to him a handful of times in the past year and see him about once or twice a year. I knew they set a date “in the fall” and were doing it out of town… So, when I didn’t receive an invitation, I figured it wasn’t happening yet or maybe they needed to pare down the guest list and I got cut. Disappointing, but understandable. I haven’t talked to him in a while… maybe I’m not an A-list friend anymore. I can handle that.
I received a phone call last night from JL2 saying they haven’t received a response card from me yet. But… but… I haven’t received an invitation yet! Did he send it to my parents’ house? I always forget to check my mail there. Or maybe Sonny’s house… Is anyone checking mail at that address now?
Turns out they forgot to put our apartment number on the invitation. I’m surprised it didn’t get returned to them, but maybe the postal service left it with the building and the building people didn’t finish the job. In any case, that all got straightened out. I received a pdf of the invitation in my email last night. Very classy.
Making reservations today. It’s kind of a good thing my sister’s going out of town because the wedding’s on her birthday (She’s turning *30*! Shh… don’t tell her I told.) and I’d feel bad about missing that. Not bad enough to miss a friend’s wedding, but still a consideration.
So, the lesson learned here is that I should be pushier when I know a friend is getting married and I don’t receive an invitation. ;) Ok, no. But JL2 did laugh at me when I suggested that I had gotten bumped from the list and didn’t want to be rude about it. Of course Ian and I were invited. How could I be so silly?
Back to School Shopping
Posted in Gossip on 08/09/2006 06:43 am by enjanerdWent to the mall this weekend to get my shop on with Ian and NewGirl. I needed some new dress shoes, slacks, and button-down shirts. I found some shirts and a pair of brown pants. But that left me with a dilemma since I don’t have any brown dress shoes. I couldn’t find any shoes that weren’t old-looking. So I held off on that. I guess I’ll have to wait a while before I can wear these pants. Oh well.
I was impressed that New York & Co. had shirts that fit me very well and pants that were the right length on me. I, however, was not impressed with the woman working there who basically stalked me around the store and waited outside the dressing room to convince me to sign up for a credit card and save 15%. No thanks. No, seriously. No thank you. Ok, you’re creeping me out… Get away from me please.
In other news, I got my watch battery replaced. The guy at the kiosk was nice enough to set my time too, so my watch now tells the current time (no longer 5 minutes fast).
Headed out to Dominion with Ian and NewGirl after that to meet up with Crit and Teach for the evening. Haven’t seen them in a while, so it was a good chance to catch up and gossip about people. Unfortunately, Eepie was unable to join us now that she has a kid…
That’s about it for now.
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Breaking news!!
Posted in Gossip on 08/01/2006 07:29 am by enjanerd… from like 3 weeks ago.
Ian asked me to marry him! :)
Why the delayed announcement? Well… We sat on it for a week because his cousin got married later that weekend and it seemed an inopportune time. We told our families the next weekend, then spent the next week telling friends. Which, I’m sure, came as a huge surprise to all of them.
I should apologize to Sonny for making him censor his blog. I told him not to post anything yet since I hadn’t finished telling people. But then someone else went ahead and posted something since I forgot to tell her not to blog it. Fortunately, only about 3 people read her blog. (Notice that I said I should, but then continued talking and didn’t…)
Ok. I’m sorry.
Anyway, reactions ranged from indifference and a subject change to enthusiastic and planning the wedding *right now*. We’re thinking late spring. Something local. Something laid back. Something us.
Oh yeah. In case you didn’t figure it out, I said yes.
Underage antics
Posted in Gossip on 07/21/2006 06:39 am by enjanerdI don’t know why I thought of this today, but I just remembered an adventure from my teenage years. It’s not very exciting compared to the antics a lot of kids got into, but it was memorable for me.
A friend got tickets to see Everything at some club in DC for New Year’s Eve 1998 (That is, 12/31/1998). Without really considering the implications, I agreed to go. I’m sure I lied to my parents about this event in some way, so, uh, yeah. This is where I went. Don’t worry, it all turned out ok…
When we arrived, we surprisingly (no, not really) found out that you had to be 18 to get in. In retrospect, I’m surprised you didn’t have to be 21 to get in. In any case, we all got carded and, poor little underage me, I got stopped at the door. I couldn’t get in, was in some sketchy DC neighborhood, and didn’t know my way home, much less have any mode of transportation to get there. It was New Year’s Eve and my poor college budget just blew something like $20 download Derailed movie
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As you can imagine, the bouncer would make no exceptions for me. I wasn’t on The List and only underage people on The List were allowed to come in. We were quite a nuisance standing at the doorway though, blocking people from entering and creating a fire hazard of ourselves. We politely got out of the way until the influx slowed down a little. I asked the bouncer if there was any way I was going to get in tonight. What was that? I think I saw a twinge of sympathy coming from him! He said he would let me talk to the manager and if I could convince him, I was free to spend my evening there.
So, we stand outside a while longer, waiting for the manager. He shows up… seems like a nice enough guy. I explain to him that I was here with my friends and didn’t realize I needed to be 18 to get in. I showed him my college ID and assured him that if I wanted to get in trouble for underage drinking, I would have just gone out and found a frat party. My friends were all here and I had no way of getting home by myself without them, so they would all have to leave, etc., etc..
The manager conceded that the tickets had already been bought and they probably wouldn’t have people just showing up looking for something to do at this point. (Getting close to 10 pm.) So, if I promised not to get into any trouble, they would put me on The List and I could go in. (Yeah, because that’s how business works. “Ok, little girl. Just promise not to get into any mischief.”) They drew extra big Xs on my hands and in we went.
I made sure to thank them on the way out and demonstrate how completely sober I was. I was very convincing, I’m sure.