My stomach has finally settled enough so that I can sit down and type.
I'll also be sending out individual messages, but the least I could do at the moment was send the mass "Thank You" to the Chiaddicts.
You all know me so well. I couldn't have envisioned a better Bachelor Party, down to Grimace wearing pasties and grinding on me for my.... pleasure?
I was amazed at all of the thought and preparation that went into that night. Rumor had it that Stucco practiced several times, which may or may not be more practicing than we did the previous 13 years or so.
I loved the show, from the disturbing gyrating Grimace, to Alanna's milk-induced freak out, to Micah's performance of Ryan's reworking of "Celibate's Lament," that was distilled to filter out the profanity, while leaving a great deal of funny and wrong, to Kevin's Atom and his Package treatment of Whack a Mole, to Josh Silverman (yes, THE Josh Silverman!)'s Shatner-esque "Sandy", to Julie's being obscured by the tallest doo-wop trio ever, to Plotsky and Sarah's beautiful rendition of a song about carton violence, to Sparky's "Friends" theme, to Howard and Jeff and Jamie F. just being there....
I want to thank everyone that showed up, and everyone who performed, and everyone who went to a great deal of trouble to keep me misinformed and befuddled (though, I'm just completely clueless... ), and those who got me drunk.
Shit-faced, sloppy, can't form sentences drunk.
It's a night I'll always remember, except for the moments when I blacked out in a puddle of my own sick.
I love you all! Thanks so much!