tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555326549788191437.post4366407225570193042..comments2023-07-09T05:54:33.920-04:00Comments on Like Thousands of Silver Pearls: Letter From SwazilandMartinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06399909739757986193noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555326549788191437.post-58325247324319391362008-11-17T14:33:00.000-05:002008-11-17T14:33:00.000-05:00Funny ... I always went to dinner with a binder (c...Funny ... I always went to dinner with a binder (containing my crossword), a vague smile, and my eyes looking in different directions. No-one ever bothered me. Unless I took a nap too close to someone's feet.Pieterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00736907517294178950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555326549788191437.post-31437741698658611512008-11-11T10:43:00.000-05:002008-11-11T10:43:00.000-05:00Funny...almost everyone I know would have a tummy ...Funny...almost everyone I know would have a tummy ache in the face of a dinner with an entire room of strangers. But for me, the thought of a fancy dinner with an open bar ('cuz who has a fancy dinner without free booze?) and no kids sounds like a good ol' time. No one would even have to talk to me (although being the dork that I am, I would make lots of awkward attempts at conversation, finally give up, get hopelessly drunk and send myself to my room before I embarrass myself). But that's just me!<BR/><BR/>Love the pictures...they do look very happy!Martinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399909739757986193noreply@blogger.com