It was a grand night. Our crew sat at one of the hundred tables in the Emmy Awards Gala in KC, apprehensive about winning an Emmy. Two hours into the program, I felt queasy, so I sprinted a hundred yards down the Convention Center hallway to the restroom, which was behind the stage. As I emerged from the restroom, I saw our crew, all hoisting their Emmys.
“Where were you?” they asked.
“Sorry I missed the moment,” was all I could say, sad to admit that when the Emmys called my name, I was in the bathroom. I put on my game face for a photo with the crew, then Cheryl helped me back to our hotel room.
I’m back home now, with some new hardware for the mantel. I feel better today, thanks.
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