It was amazeballs. My PEH was there, Jason was there (and Bryan took awesome pictures of us with Jow looking gothic in one and laughing our asses off in another) and my best Jersey friends were there. We drank, we gave each other glittery tramp stamps, we were smeared in too much hairspray and bronzer and consumed a massive amount of Italian food. My wedding dress appeared out of nowhere, gifted to me by a friend.
It was everything I could have hoped for and more. Which is why I’m ded today, especially since Jow and I decided to see what the rite I’m working on looks like with two people doing it yesterday (it looks pretty awesome). Naturally, I’m leading a rit for GoG in two weeks and have a planning meeting for it tonight. Thank gods we’ll be eating take out Jamacian food and N. will let me play in her ginormous BPAL collection as my brain is fried.