You guys. I've been working for months to plan two big events that are tomorrow and Saturday night. And when I say big, I'm not messing around. Jeff reminded me the other day that I reach a point with most of my events where I want to quit. Or die. Or at least hide in bed until it's over. It must be true, because Jeff knows me well. So, that's where I am this week.
Wish me luck. Because these parties need it.