jedusor | Remind me never to promise to do anything during a juggling festival.

"Anything," in this case, includes writing articles (sorry, Craig) and beta-reading fics (sorry, Hannah). This is the first time since Monday that I've had access to a computer for a long enough period to do anything besides check my e-mail. It's now 5:45 AM on Sunday, and I'm on the computer in my hotel lobby.

This week has been awesome. I met a ton of people, saw a ton of people I already knew, tried a ton of new things, stayed up very late, got up very late, ate a lot of Subway sandwiches, watched the baby, watched a bunch of shows, deep-throated a banana onstage, and generally had a blast. We're in Portland until Tuesday morning, pretty much chilling. Mom and Bill are utterly burned out. I don't know whether it was a successful festival financially, but I don't remember anyone saying they weren't having a good time, and poor Bennett sounded like Calvin at the end of Anytown: "I don't want to go home, I want to stay here!"

One more day, and not even a full one. It'll be over at three this afternoon.