A Favorite Moment From This Weekend.
I realized on Saturday night that I was turning into a pumpkin, fast. I made my way to the door with Will and Stacey (another one of the organizers who was feeling the same way.) We knew that it would take a few minutes to say our goodbyes and get to the door.
Stacey and I found ourselves outside…without Will.
I turned around to find him back in the throng of people, saying his goodbyes.
My husband, who didn’t go to our school, who hadn’t met any of these people before?*
Took longer to say goodbye** to everyone than I did.
*This is what I call “the Magic of the Internet.”
** I may*** or may not have said “Get the fuck out here! These are my people!”
***I said it.
There’s a longer post to be written about this, but the one thing I know is that everyone’s got their own bullshit. And they’ll make room for yours if you make room for theirs.
Also: the most effective way to deal with a douchebag party crasher is to point out over the loudspeaker that he is obviously too poor to afford a ticket.
Not that I would ever do such a thing.