The filk was fun -- I played around on the harp more than saturday, and lots more than on Friday, when John Hertz gently chided me for not playing Caliope (my harp). I sang a reasonable amount, despite my voice being pretty sore (not sure why it's getting sore earlier, faster -- it's a disturbing trend, though at least I didn't get -sick-). It broke up after 6, when lots of people were going home, and others (including yt) were thinking of it.
I wanted to get on the 7:20, but couldn't get my stuff ready in time.
I was planning on making the 8:20, but Brian (who had offered me a lift to the train, or the City if I was leaving later) couldn't manage to clear out his back seat in the 10 minutes he'd have needed to.
So instead, I stayed around eating really nice pistatio brittle from the dead dog, playing 3 short games of fluxx and one ridiculously long one (winning 2, I think; it shows how messed up fluxx <3 was that 3 games were won with Love/all you need is love, including the really long one), and eventually being driven home by Brian, with a very smooth trip that took less than half an hour, I think.
All together, a good experience.