The morning after the fright before

The title of this blog has nothing to do with what I’m about to write, but it just seems like such a great title for something written the day after Hallowe’en. So great in fact, that I’m now convinced someone must have used it before. Several people, in fact. Oh God, I’m so unoriginal and obvious.
Anyway, enough of the self-flagellation and self-hatred, on with the writing.
The party went GREAT! Even with my afore-mentioned self-hatred, I am able to acknowledge that I did a good job, and we pulled it off, and it was a good event!
There was a steady stream of families wandering around the park for my ‘Treasure Trail’, the entertainers were on great form and got a good response from the kiddies, and the fireworks – despite Gavin’s reservations – went down a treat!
All in all, I am extremely satisfied. And rather hungover, as we went a bit mad with the leftover punch and Budweiser. It accidentally became a bit of an end-of-season shindig for the staff, so it felt rude to leave too early. I think I got rolled into a taxi at 11.15pm, but I may have that slightly wrong.
Today could be a struggle….

RC 1-11-21