Before I get into the details of my escapades as Miss Wayne Co, I need to address a minor issue that was brought to my attention by the lovely and talented Katie Lorenz. We had a three hour lunch today that was quite enjoyable despite the fact that our waitress kept staring at us. Why, you ask? Because she thought we were twins. Katie and I both find the idea preposterous; however, this is not the first time someone has asked us that. It's not even the second time. I like to think it's our twin spirits emitting effervescent auras, but popular opinion says otherwise. Anyway, the point of this story is that evidently I arranged a little pop quiz on etiquette a few months back in one of my updates, and I failed to post the answer as I had promised (another lie, what is that clause in the MAO contract about "moral turpitude" again?). So, without further adieu, the answer is, drum roll please... "true."
I know, that was just plain mean, but like I said, I'm in a mood. I have no idea how many people read these updates, and since no one emailed me their guesses, I just assumed no one was paying attention. Well, I have been shown once again what happens when I make assumptions... Thank you, Katie, for being a loyal subscriber to "Greetings from Gina," and thank you to all of you who actually read these. It means on some small level you are interested in my crazy antics, and I'm flattered. (P.S. If you really want to know the question you'll have to read my November update :)
At one point in the evening, Octavia managed to strike up a conversation with the Dutchest (not actually a word) man in the room, and let me tell you, he loooooved her. Don't get me wrong, Octavia is very charming, but this man adored the fact that she is going to marry a Dutch man. Apparently he's a big fan of the Hoozamaguyza family (not actually Joe's last name, but you get the point) and their involvement in the waste management industry. I was amused, to say the least. Later on, the two of us cut a rug with this crazy man leaving him with a permasmile that was guaranteed to upset his wife. Wow, I'm making up words left and right.
The night was filled with all sorts of funny moments, and Sheila was a big hit with the single men. The best part about it was that they'd keep bringing the three of us drinks (not alcoholic ones! Classy women like us don't do such debaucherous things, you should know that by now...). Anyway, chaos ensued when we started raffling off door prizes. The prizes were generously donated by area businesses, and Lover's Lane was kind enough to donate several, uh, we called them "boxes of love" just in time for Valentines Day. Octavia and I were giggling like little girls. There was an older gentleman who was announcing the prizes and another lady who was helping to organize everything, while Octavia and I were drawing names and reading them off. It started to get confusing, and this woman was really distracted. The man refused to go on until the woman told him what the next prize was. Eventually she heard his request and without looking up said, "It's a gift certificate to Silvia's Day Spa." He looked at her in utter shock and asked, "Are you serious?" She, of course, was too busy to notice, and before I could do anything about it he announced, "This next prize is a gift certificate to Silvia's Gay Spa." I lost it. Right then and there. I could not hold myself together because I was laughing so hard. The thing is, no one else was paying enough attention to notice, and they couldn't figure out why I was laughing uncontrollably. Octavia started laughing at my not being able to stop laughing and everything just came to a halt. No one knew what was going on, so we just regained our composure and went on with the raffle as if nothing had ever happened. It was a memorable night to say the least, and I am proud to report that we helped raise over $35,000 for First Step that night.
Since most of the people who would actually read this update were probably at orientation, I'm not going to rehash all of the details. Here is my list of bullets to recap the weekend:
- Arrived at the Holiday Inn in Muskegon having nostalgic flashbacks to Miss Michigan 2004
- Ate dinner with seven other fabulous women and relived the funniest moments of SNL
- Watched some of my favorite people compete for Miss Lighthouse Coast (Congratulations, Christina Hudson!!)
- Stayed up way too late talking
- Waited, and waited, and waited for my name to be called for the contestant number lottery
- Waited some more
- Ended up dead last (which I said was going to happen two years ago) and in a dancer's place
- Considered actually changing my talent to dance until Octavia made fun of my Macarena that night
- Found out that I am rooming with Natalie Griffith, Mis St. Clair Shores
- Found out that I am acutally rooming with Tiffany Griffin, Miss Southwest
- Stayed up way too late talking
- Read through the MAO contract in full (yeah right, who am I kidding?)
- Listened to the story of Octavia's birth, placenta and all, courtesy of Mrs. Reese
- Bid farewell to my friends, until June...
If you can't tell from these updates, I am really enjoying my time as Miss Wayne County. I am so lucky to have all of these wonderful memories and to have such an amazing pageant family to share them with. The best is yet to come.
Keep an eye out for my next update. I will be traveling to New Orleans in April to help wth the Katrina Relief effort, and I will be keeping a journal of my experience.
Until next time,