Alas, social ineptitude is one again enforcing The Fear upon everyone's most unpopular gormster!
Get to zee chopper, be the order of the day, for it was not too hot for extraction.
The welcome relief at the loss of fifth wheel presence may well be tempered by wails of loss at the extrication of the ever-popular ludicrous shades (not to mention the shedding of tears at the sudden absence of ridiculous headwear).
However, an ever increasing sense of apprehension overcame the desire to remain and engage in lecherous fingering Skills, and exits of the sharpened end of the vacatory variety had to be made.
So, I apologize to those desirous of my presence (0), those who gained not the chance for millinary adorment (1), those who desired further shades skills (1) and thems happy to see the back of me hastily racing from the venue (100s upon 100s).
But I did put in an appearance and helped the fundraising effort (despite an attack by a table, a gallant helpful gesture resulting in a drenching, and general embarassment by my very appearance.)
Of circlatures of social gatherment, I am but an orbiting satellite of asteroidal barren-ness.
