Saturday night was the third annual Heden High party. Oh, my, what a weekend. Once again the party was still rolling noisily along at 7 AM, with ten or fifteen people sprawled out in my bedroom shouting, cavorting, joking, and having what appeared, to my at that point rather foggy head, to be a very good time.

Sunday afternoon cleanup went surprisingly well. Lesley made a point of inviting post-party help in the invitation emails, and a good half dozen people showed up to put the place back together. It all went so quickly that I almost felt bad for not having more work to offer the willing helpers.

Take-out sushi dinner on the living room floor. Lars and Amy stopped by to help clean up, but the work was done, so they just hung out.