The festival itself went off quite well - at least that's what folks tell me. I was running around so much that I didn't get a chance to enjoy it. I was even manning the cotton candy machine for awhile - talk about a funny sight: short little ol' me standing next to a whirling dervish of a machine that was shooting threads of crystallized sugar into the air. I had one fellow look at me, look at me again with a slight tilt of his head, then comment that I was "all pink and sparkly".
At least it is done. All that is left are the letters to our sponsors and donors. Piece of cake.