three days plus thirteen wild women plus the ocean plus sunlight plus the moonlight plus food as art plus one bonfire plus bra-burning plus music plus dancing plus one pink wig equals something like a lovebomb.
I felt a little like I hit the jackpot. I showed up wondering if there was room for me. I mean, really. would there be a place for me? plus, how was I going to hide from all those cameras? that's a whole different story. let me tell you, I failed. miserably, gloriously. I let go. I am letting go. I plan on doing more of the letting go.