Nothing was as expected. And Badpuppy was two hours of hell. Clinton said "We need our tiger there!", and I felt honored, but all they needed was my dance-huddles. *grrrrr* So I had to try to link everyone, everybody "yelled" (IM) at me, Clinton commanded me around "Link him! Do this! Do that!" and I had to fight all the time not to crash. And all this after... Well, I won't talk about it yet. Let's just say, I finally accepted, that a special someone is just coldhearted and cruel and selfish and doesn't recognize love, when it bites him in the ass. Everybody told me before, now I finally recognized (or accept) it myself.
So... Greg was DJing and I wanted to hear GGs "I will survive" fitting to my mood. But I have the impression, some don't understand, why I'm always afraid that the disco-ball would crash down on me, when I hear that song. So, here's the video: