words may follow, when this blog decompresses them from the pea-sized capsule in which they are embedded somewhere in our shell-shocked, sleep-deprived, weekend-warped brain. for now, an emblem of the extremes present at the desperately long, insanely loud, hyper-jubilant fest that was the southeast regional barista jam and latte art bash.
noted: this image does not denote cause and effect! the blogson, having rooted for his blogfather to pour winning latte art, ultimately resigned himself to the reality that doing so means we may. never. leave. and thus deposited himself on a table, next to some random empty.