The crowd was crowdy.
The food was foody.
And the music was… music-y.
Being frank, there are little ways I could go about to accurately encapsulate the experience it was being the constant focus of the limelight. There were just so many things being thrown my way, like a lime pie of activities to the face over and over again… and each one had a thicker layer of cream, keeping me from ever seeing straight.
One moment I could be seated around a round table with a good few dozen starstruck gazes huddled close to me, breaths all bated, clinging onto my every word as I recounted my captivating tale from total zero to absolute zero.
Then the next I was stuck in another seemingly endless cycle of photo ops - guys would have me doing cool poses right next to them, while the girls would mostly insist on wrapping their hands around my arm, satisfied to go with just a simple smile - the single-file line, I swear, must have extended all the way out of the building itself.
