Maybe I should just accept that crowded shows at people's houses are going to incite extreme nervous paranoia & either stop going altogether or figure out a way to enjoy the experience. Just now I managed to have a pretty nice time by spending most of it listening to the music under a tree in the rain, still left a pathetic quivering wreck, no wonder everyone hates me.

Waiting for T to get home from whatever she's doing (having her mom put the finishing touches on her dress with the wire loop at the bottom?) so I can help her get her bags packed, hoping to not stay up too late, we'll see what happens.