Best things: The high on Friday. Dancing like a bunny to everything. Glowing rabbit ears. Tequila and other goodies.
Worst things: No sleep, nearly passing out from exhaustion, heat and lack of food and realising that I still had more things to do in spite of that. People saying "Oh you won't really" when I said I was retiring.
Most memorable things: Marcus boogying on down to Du Hast. *shudder*, The abomination unto the LORD that is Abigail's version of Smells Like Teen Spirit (even though I danced like a bunny to it). Going to bed alone on Friday and Saturday. Fancying people in a way that actually hurts and not being able to tell them.
Most surprising things: Not feeling any real anger all weekend. Seeing Jo Eadie, Ian saying I was right after all.
Best outfits: Eek! I think I'll have to do a top 10. Lets see. kaet's peacock tail, Ben in Katie's gown and her own skin, calar's wings, Janet's alarming shoes, babysimon on both nights, ciphergoth's cheong sam and corset ensemble, Grant's paint and shorts, and kerrykat and cujosmurf's silver shimmers.
Number of people you thought were cute but didn't have the courage to say: at least 6. Two people in particular who kept me awake in my lonely bed...
Number of nights spent not alone: One. thank you Sandy. But I always had a triceratops.
I have a sore throat and I have to work tomorrow, and I've crashed about as far as it's possible to crash while remaining upright. Bed now.