I nearly cried in her speech.
I also sent her a "congratulations and Good Luck" card. I hope she liked it.
I wish I could take her out to dinner one evening.
I would wear my new pretty silk dress that I don't own yet.
We could go out to somewhere near her work. I'd imagine she wouldn't have much time, she's a very busy woman.
Then we could compare items on the menu and talk about how we hate being called "Ranga", because calling people names on account of their hair colour is just another form of racism. She'll probably tell me that she was called "Bluey" as a kid and doesn't mind that and I'll agree. I never really minded being called "Bluey" too much either.
I guess afterwards, we'll have a glass of wine and chat for a bit, then I'll invite her back to my hotel room for more drinks but she'll decline because she has to get back to work.
I'll understand.
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