And just like that, the festival's over. The party last night kinda sucked, especially compared to all the other parties. They ran out of food in about 5 minutes, you had to wait in line for booze, and the surprise guest went to some Kerry event instead. Of course, this is the party I make all my friends come to. But, really, it was all worth it to watch Bonnie and Alex on the dancefloor. Hilarious. I think Alex may have actually gotten down on one knee and proposed, although I was pretty trashed.
My head feels like dead weight, everything's kinda blurry, I only vaguely remember most of the evening. But I did have a marvelous time, Andy looked fierce, and the only real downer is that when I was being pursued by some freak who kept saying, "When we gonna slow dance?", Big Chris wouldn't pretend he was my boyfriend. Asshole. Not that I blame him, but Hello? What good are you? He just kept double fisting his Stella's, saying something to the effect of, "You're on your own, slut." Ah, chivalry.
This morning, though, I get to wake up at my parents. Everyone's gone, they left scones and a huge pot of coffee, and now I can crawl into my parent's giant bed, internationally regarded as the most comfortable and fabulous bed of all time.
I haven't been this hungover in a while. but it was all worth it. The whole festival. I mean, I'm still not over Lewis from Revenge of the Nerds. And I made wonderful friends, particularly Kiki and his marvelous girlfriend, who's hilarious and just as much fun as Kiki.
The volunteer appreciation party is on Sunday, where Kiki and I have to make speeches. Bonnie promised Kiki she'd come, so now she really has to. We're having raffle, with some pretty good prizes. This is a testament to how cool Kiki can be. We're going to rig the raffle. Isn't that awesome? So the shitty and bad volunteers get nothing and the wonderful, fun, laid back volunteers we like win the case of wine and trips to Disneyland. Finally, a little justice.