The worst part of the night happened long after the last balloon dropped. Once home and taking Peanut out, I missed a step and fell down on my back. Yowsa. It hurt a lot, but moreso today. I'm pretty much good if I don't move and stay hopped up on ibuprofen.
I can't wait to do more laying around and healing this weekend, but I'm back to work tomorrow to play catch up. I have two missed days to make up, not to mention all the regular work that has been put off in the wake of event craziness. It's a lot of fun, but I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief after putting this event to bed. Time to get back to the basics.