Fun Size Slackmistress

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.