We were quite the perceptive crew for the annual Miss Universe viewing party and drinking game — we had very few repicks due to elimination, and core participants had the final five early on Mexico (Gene), the Dominican Republic (Shawn), Venezuela (Christopher), Colombia (me), and Russia (Allyson). (Micol’s USA sadly didn’t make it that far, though she did fall during swimsuit, which is worth extra points.)
Miss Thailand won the crowd-pleaser National Costume segment, although the competition was fierce this year. My girl got first runner-up in the Big Show. And, of course, all is right and just in the world because Sunshine’s traditional Venezuela took top honors. (I was sad to see Albania not advance, because she did indeed look kooky.)
The only reason we were able to stay awake for this, being zonked at this point in the residency, was because advisor postings were to go up sometime before midnight. They did and I’ll be finishing my novel(s?) with…
The fabulous Martine Leavitt, author of several great books, including National Book Award finalist Keturah and Lord Death. Needless to say, I’m ecstatic about this.
And now I need a nap.