I saw photos of it today; the weather was lovely and everyone was having a wonderful time. And I'm so glad I didn't go because as I said to someone (from church) who asked if I was going, 'Not likely.'
But I probably shouldn't have added, 'That's my idea of hell.'
So I could have legitimately, and without feeling guilty, spent Sunday morning in bed, but I had foolishly agreed to be somewhere else at 8.30 Sunday morning. But that's another story.