Day 48. The city slowly grows quiet, as all that once was disappears. Tonight the crews celebrate one another. Tomorrow we begin to erase it all in earnest. Our crew shrinks, the intimacy of setup returns slowly as the massive party fades. There were good nights. There were slow nights cuddled up with dogs and movies. There were frenetic nights of rioteous joy. There were nights of sadness. They are all worth it, and all just part of this process, this event, this thing. From where I sit, enjoying an expertly made cocktail, listening to the sounds of dozens of people I respect, admire and enjoy dance the night away, I remind myself to be thankful to be part of this process. Not all of us can stay forever, and maybe some day Ill do something different. But even for the hard times, the quiet times, the tears, theres no place Id rather be. Just another day in paradise, thank you all who make it possible.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 06:36:56 +0000
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