I feel like a drugged-up cat. Last night the aftershow party finished at 4:00am and I made up for the very late (everyone had finished lunch) start at work by being the last out of the building.
Still, it was worth it. Being dressed in the last piece of jewellery, an incredible all enclosing helmet of beetle wings, and the performance which surrounded it was a very intense and emotional experience. The helmet acted as an amplifier of the singing bowl that Sam played as she and Katherine circled around me like lionesses. The effect was almost narcotic. Certainly not relaxing, but as I said to Katie later, it would be the one I would pick to do again of the three.
The party was great fun. Chris, Lou and I played guitars, we had fun on the decks and made up songs about life at the mac.