The exodus of the crowd made a late-night ‘rush hour’ on the streets of Portland- and the traffic lights weren’t even turned on at that hour. I white-knuckled it until I got out of the jam (I hate city driving) and breathed a sigh of relief when I hit the almost-empty toll road. I got home at 1:00AM, to the relief of my hubby who was waiting up for me. “I’m dying to take a shower to wash my body of all this sweat...,” I told him laughingly, “Only a portion of which is mine!”
So, yeah... I’m sane again... but I smile when I think that I actually followed through with the Concert Escapade... and I laugh when I realize how much I enjoyed it.
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