it's the morning after

Mmm. How I love my first real meal after Challenge. Which is to say, my first real meal in four days where I don't feel sick at the mere thought of food and can eat a normal portion. I lose about 3-4 pounds every year just from not eating because everything goes straight to my stomach, especially worrying. When I come down with a cold, my stomach hurts before my nose ever gets stuffy. Anyhow, had a fabulous meal of Southwestern Eggrolls at Chili's at FLL, and I apologize to everyone who had to watch me eat it.

Mah girls! Had to put raaone and sassygurl both on planes home today, which sadly means Challenge is officially over. Not the party yet though, because giddyupnow is here until Thursday thanks to accomodations made for Miss Britney Jean pre-Outrageous snafu. It's a good thing we're not going until tomorrow as, besides being sunburned and tiiired, it stormed the entire late afternoon. As it's wont to do in the subtropics during the summer, yet there hasn't been so much as a light drizzle since Thursday. Seriously, there was some soul selling done for this weekend's weather situation.

Which is all to say, hello again, Challenge was wonderful, I'm expecting the delayed reaction to finally seeing them perform together to overwhelm all my faculties any second now, but the thing I'm really looking forward to is a real night of sleep for the first time in five days.

In closing, this is really old hat to everyone but I just read it, and as someone already said, I want to have this review's babies. Now that was a tall, cool drink of water.

Okay, it just hit me.

On the eleventeenthousandth repeat of the National Anthem. But yes, sitting here in tears and happiness and they were together and sounded beautiful and being in that arena yesterday is something I'm more grateful for than just about anything else in the world right now. JC might own me, heart and soul, but I love them all so bloody ridiculously much, it's making me hiccup between tears.

Two years, man.

I remember sitting on the floor in front of my television in my dorm room last February, clutching the remote and quietly making a mess of myself watching the BeeGees tribute, but this was live and I was there and for a long minute, I didn't seriously think that'd happen.

And it might be bedtime. There'll be the usual illustrated posts of both events, as well as recounts of the parties, but right now, it's just me and this prettiest little mp3. *sniffle*