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I left the party for the airport approximately 22 hours ago, and I just got home now. It all seems a bit surreal now in retrospect. The last event - an outdoor White Party on the Rio Cuale - was excellent. Alastair and I were the last ones in our villa left standing and the only ones who made it. It's too bad - this was by far the best official event of the week. Fred was there, and Corrine and her girlfriend, so there were more hawaiians than I thought (i.e. five instead of three). We left at 4am while the party was in full swing. I hated to leave. I always hate to leave.

And for the record: I drank the water, regularly, and I feel fine.