It’s been more than five hours since the little graphic to the left appeared on my Facebook page after the final votes and judges’ scores were
tabbula tabulei added up for this week’s round of Performance of the Year competition at The Public Blogger.
Why the delay?
I’d like to say it was because, after several margaritas and a donkey ride (at least I think it was a donkey) in Tijuana, Mexico, (at least I think it was a Tijuana) in celebration, I passed out in wheel barrow and was being carried back through customs when I was detained for slurring and yelling “Mi esssss Numero UNO, senior Policia!” over an over until I lost my enchiladas on the shoes of a border patrol agent.
I’d like to say that, but the reason for the delay is much less colorful and, admittedly, a lot less forgivable:
I got sidetracked with work on an early deadline after posting the results on my *sigh* Facebook page.
I’m aware that many of you don’t follow Facebook, which is all the more reason I should have made sure to post this hours ago, when Michelle Terry at Lipstick and Laundry commented: “Was that YOU I saw in Mexico?”
Ok, not really. She actually commented, Let’s see, it’s 1:34 my time, so 11:34 your time. I’ll have to check back in 16 minutes. Assuming the cannonball position in your honor!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
If she’s still under her desk in an honorary connonball position waiting for results, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. In fact, I’m send her a sourdough cannonball filled with chowder as an apology.
Assuming you can all accept my apology, I’d like to take this moment to say how much I appreciate your incredible support here and at the polls these last few weeks. I came into this morning ranked third before the judges scoring, which accounts for 30% of the final score. I’ll be honest: They didn’t appear to think much of my attempt at poetry.
In fact, I ranked dead last.
Fine, no one is having a hard time believeing that. Let’s move on.
Given my third-place ranking and the anticipation of a — how do I put this — crappy poetry score, I was feeling more than a little concerned that I might be in the bottom two. When the final results began posting with…
And I thought (with more than a little pride) My Peeps are so [explative] AWESOME! I had resigned myself to the fact that I probably wasn’t going to slur “Mi Es Numero Uno!” anymore, but as long as the people who matter most — all of YOU — felt I was No. 1, that’s what mattered most. Because in the end, win or lose, I walk away from this experience with you as my blogging family. So in effect, I’ve really already won. Everything else is just extra.
Then this popped up on my FB page…
I’ve been stunned very few times in my life. And until today, there was always a police officer involved. I honestly couldn’t believe it when this image appeared. Given my fourth-place score from the judges for this week’s submission, there must’ve been a whole lot of voting going on — and I truly can’t thank you enough. Not just for keeping me in the top spot; I would’ve been happy just to getting through. It’s really more about what it means knowing you’re out there supporting me, even when I stumble. I gave my poem a lot of thought and, all joking aside, I felt pretty good about it. I was disappointed it didn’t do as well as I’d hoped and it caused me to second-guess myself a little. Your vote of confidence shored me up and gave me a gentle slap in the face. Sure, a pat on the butt would’ve been just as effective, and probably a little less visible, but hey — the point is you were there.
And I can’t express enough how much I appreciate that.
They’re giving us a short break this week, with the next vote not until Nov. 8.
I’m looking forward to a bit of normalcy and column writing.
Well, column writing, anyway…
Again, thank you so very much.