I don’t know about you, Bonnie, but I am so over Fun(tm). How did we ever get to the point where joy is defined by how much your life resembles the shenanigans in a beer commercial?

A three day festival for a going away party?! If I ever go abroad for four months, I'd hope instead that a small group of my friends would take me out for a latte, tell me how much they love and will miss me, and each give me a hug before dropping me off at the airport. I'd remember and cherish that experience for a lifetime. Three days of drunken Fun(tm) would outwear its welcome after the first morning's hangover.