I was sleepy! I was cranky! I do remember you were there. And that we did leave Muffin Buffalo to shoehorn lunch in before Deb left. I'm sorry for memfaulting. As a matter of fact, I'd forgotten that Trudy, Cass and the Miracleborns were at the next table until you mentioned it just then.
Here's a minor confession, one I feel a little hesitant about sharing. I did not have a single drop of alcohol all weekend. With small lapses (Kate caught me reading in the hospitality suite once), I was able to remain engaged, at least on the fringes, most of the weekend. But if I'd added alcohol to the sensory stimulation of so many people, no matter how beloved, I'd have been catatonic in a corner, so I didn't drink.
Also, Theo? My hands are so small and weak that the only effective backrubs I can manage are on small children. But I do okay on necks, arms, faces, hands, feet, ankles, shoulders sometimes, on small women. DH, on the other hand--er, well, yes. He has large strong hands, and sometimes is a bit rougher than need be around the facial area. But he's a headache chaser par excellance. Learnt from the best, I did.