And … Venue.

Wow, what a weekend. I feel really deflated now.

The closing night shows on Saturday were great — the crowds were huge, and they treated us like rock stars. I didn’t cry as much as I thought I would; everyone was just too upbeat, and treated it like a party instead of a wake. Which was great.

We went out after the shows to a coworkers house, where all of the adventurers and warehousers and alumni could mingle and such. I made it home around 5am.

Sunday, management threw a party for everyone. So back out to island we went, and noshed on some good food, watched a documentary about the history of the island that they made for us, and celebrated one last New Year’s Eve on Pleasure Island.

Now I have two weeks off, in which I’ll most likely just kick around the house and do a lot of sitting on my ass.