Me, on my way to the cab back to the hotel: "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."
Thank you. Thank you if you hosted it, thank you if you came to it, thank you if you gave me a present, thank you if you told me you like the recaps, thank you if you told me you like other stuff I've written, thank you if you took my picture, thank you if you took care of my sister when I was egregiously neglecting her, thank you if you kept me company, thank you if you brought me a drink, and thank you if you wore a "God Is In The Tub" shirt. Because seeing all of those? Heh, yeah, that was pretty cool.
Somebody asked me at some point how I like my job here, and I actually managed to come up with approximately what I always mean to say in that situation and never do, which was something like: "You can go through your whole life and never have an opportunity to work for and with people who you respect and admire, doing something that you love that's a lot of fun, for which people show you a lot of appreciation." And the fact that people throw a party at the end...that kind of goes under "Riches, Embarrassments of." So really...thanks. ["Seconded on all counts. Good show, everyone -- as usual." -- Sars]