Aimee went to bed at the early hour of 3am, while I managed to make it to 5 before running out of songs Colin knew on the guitar. He tried to keep everyone going with a round of "There was a great big moose who used to drink a lot of juice," but at 5am, I don't do actions.
The next morning mom knocked on the door at 6:30... "Brenda and Les are leaving, just come and say goodbye then you can go back to bed. We waved goodbye, but mom figured that since we were up, we might as well start on clean up! Gadzooks! We've been tricked!
We went down to survey the damage. It looked like a hurricane blew through and ruined the majority of our booths, but what the hell, they were just driftwood anyway. Here's a few pics to give you an idea.
