and the party was, in fact, a success. The guests did have a good time (including the four who were still here this morning), the food was good and plentiful, the fire was fun to sit around and nothing else (barn, house, etc.) was inadvertently ignited, no one was seriously or permanently injured in the moon bounce thingee. One kid stepped on a "rusty nail" - which may or may not have been a nail, could have been any sharp thing, including hay - and had to be reassured at 3:00 a.m. that she, noticing some swelling around her mouth, did not have tetanus/lockjaw and was probably simply allergic to the strawberries in the fruit salad.
I was up at the crack of dawn, or nearly so, to take down the strings of lights (which never did stay lit properly) and scrape the wax off the rental tables (from the candles used for illumination after the failure of the lights.) Gathered up all the napkins that had blown around, dealt with trash and recyclables, folded the chairs and in general picked up and put away. The mess was minor, considering.
Tomorrow evening is the graduation proper - thank gods all I have to do is show up. Tomorrow afternoon I have to deliver tables for Saturday's Herb and Flower Festival, as I seem to have the only pick-up in Cornell Cooperative Extension existence with an eight foot bed, perfect to carry eight foot tables. At some point I should generate a plate of herbal (probably lavender) shortbread and ...some sort of centerpiece.
But first I'm going to try to take a nap, assuming the carpet guys/rental guys/dumpster guys (our world is totally crammed with guys these days) don't make that impossible. But I'm going to try. This celebration stuff is murder.
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