Illuminating the bushel

My daughters had their birthdays recently and where there's a children's party, there are games. Not just children's games...adults are required to take part too. Well, adults taking part in the games isn't really a requirement, but you'd really be a spoilsport if you didn't participate. To make a long story short, it was a truly fun affair. The restaurant's mascots behaved themselves, I'm glad to say, and didn't cause a scandal.

Anyway, one of the games involved passing around a pen in time to music, and the unlucky bastard person left holding the pen when the music stopped had to demonstrate some of his or her talent.

Of course, I found myself feeling a tad anxious when the game's rules were explained.

What talent could I perchance show if the pen happened to stop in my hands? I don't have any.

I don't sing.
I don't dance.
...unless I'm drunk.

Even then, I can't do the Papaya Dance as well as the US Ambassador to the Philippines does it. (Kudos to you Ambassador Kenney, for showing your lighter side. You sure are no spoilsport!)

Talent...alcohol. Oooohhh, that's an idea. I could show to one and all just how much beer I'm capable of drinking! I'd kick everybody else's ass in that talent contest!

But that particular chain restaurant doesn't serve beer.

Bummer.

It turned out I worried unnecessarily; the pen never stopped in my hands. But everybody had fun, and that was the important thing.

I hope my beer-drinking talent will come in useful somehow. I'm about to apply for a job that'll take me to places I've only dreamed about. (If all goes well, I might be able to visit you and the TG, DaddyP! And maybe even Penfold too!).

The ability to drink copious amounts of alcohol, being a smartass..and some other abilities I won't mention...will they make an impact on the hiring personnel? Wish me luck!