We worked hard enough that Portage was pretty well done by today. Tonight it was time to fire the show and it's a biggie. I know this is a terrible thing to say, but I didn't want to stick around for it. I knew it was going to be a great show, I knew I was going to be allowed on site while it launched, but I also knew I had to drive a large truck and trailer home and didn't want to do it after dark. I also knew that I was hot, stinky, sweaty, and running on less than 8 hours of sleep in 72 hours. So, after we spent the morning wiring, plugging, foiling, and working, Mom and I were reprieved. I went home. We got a TINGE lost on a new route and ended up taking a stroll through Amish Country (which I'll be going back to when I'm not hauling a huge trailer full of stuff behind a big truck). Dad and Dan stayed behind. All I know about the show is that it was AWESOME, loud, really pretty, and Dan didn't get home and in bed until almost 3:00 while I was in bed at 9:00. Am I sorry I missed it after 3 days of work, kind of. But my soft bed and 8 hours of sleep last night reminds me that I'm not completely sorry.