The Garden Party. Which began with one of the lesser Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Treading In Dogshit, and did not greatly improve from there. I developed one of the worst headaches I've ever had, mostly from the glare. And of course, I was running around on gravel paths with no shoes as a result of the aforementioned horseman.
But the girls from the singing group outdid themselves, and the food was well yummy, and the customers seemed to enjoy themselves (customers isn't the right word, but I can't think of what is.) And the lady it was held to benefit, I think, benefited. So that was all okay.
Even so, I'm sure one of the circles of hell is a garden party.
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