Chicken rice and huggin' time.

And it was maybe 2:20 am, and everyone who was still there went upstairs, where TheatreWorks had laid out chicken rice for us. And we sat and talked for maybe another hour, trying to stretch out the last night we had together.

No shots of our final hugs, I'm afraid. The main regret was that it was Saturday night, and no-one had the energy to go out and party anymore.