Gone. Klaar. Finito. Another production in the bag.
A few days of hectic running around so you lot can sloth at home and watch the live final show, followed by a free bar for the crew. Yup, that’s right folks – free bar for the crew (and a few freeloaders cough cough Lebo cough cough).
Have they met the crew? Do they realise what they’ve just set themselves up for? Budget FAIL! After 5 months of insaneness every week listening to you lot crooning mercilessly away and getting the next show ready (you’re welcome), with the assistance/slave-driving/advice/orders of the team, comprising the boss, namely PrincessT, as well as trusty sidekicks GeeWhiz and the Deacon, along with a couple (or heaps, whatever) of others, that poor unsuspecting bar’s days were numbered.
And it took a beating. As it should. Usually quiet, reserved, diligent and hard-working folks were, how shall we put this… kuiering stukkend. General plan van aksie involved being approximately eight tequilas ahead, with a mic in the hand and the dancing slippers on – I think you about get the general vibe. Work hard, play harder. Sounds about right to me.
Awesome wrap party had by all, including yours truly, even if my evening was cut a wee bit short (no rest for the wicked and all that) due to… hang on, do you care? Nope? Okay, moving swiftly along.
If you’re still reading in the hopes of getting all the skinner and skandaal, as well as grossly inappropriate photos of the evening, well, no. Ain’t gonna happen. Sorry for you. Those pics are MINE, all mine!
Right, so what’s next? I’m sure there’s a COSMO lingerie shoot somewhere around here that’s needs crew. Holla!
