But here I was, bullshitting my way through an introduction speech, then jingling my keys along as we sang an Aranui-themed version of a holiday classic.
The French had cobbled together a song at the last minute, led by one of my dorm-mates. The Germans hadn't bothered. I figured the only thing more embarrassing than actually doing something would be NOT doing something, so along with Bob from Waynesboro and Maggie from Oakland and a germ of an idea from "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells," we wrote a song, completely with Vern, Bob, and Barry from Oakland doing hakkas at the "ha ha ha" and "hey" parts.
Unfortunately, organizing the gang meant emceeing and singing. I'm a reluctant performer, never the first one to take the mic. But when pressed, I know I can do it, so it wasn't the worst thing when I was suddenly up on stage.
The whole event was kind of ridiculous but was also highly amusing. I've acquired a video, which I'll upload from Tahiti.
To me, anyway.