I’m not going to write a review of Twestival because A) I think it would be impossible to put into mere words how much fun I had and B) My memory is pretty hazy post-8:00.

I imagine pictures would do the job, but since I promised not to tarnish the reputation of the people I was with last night, they may never actually be published. Hey-o! (Truth be told, I haven’t looked at them since last night, but I can only imagine.  I remember dancing and attempted karaoke and greasy take-away pizza).  So to be safe, here are my favorite ‘morning after’ Tweets I saw come up while sitting bleary-eyed at my work computer:

  • Thanks to everyone who came to Twestival!! Hungover as hell, clutching an orange Lucozade but it was worth it :) — Jamiec
  • @twestival i already fear my hangover but thanks for a very fun evening. :) — deliciousmedia
  • Morning everybody. Bet there are a few sore heads this morning after the Twestival! — garyandrews
  • @Alfie if they made twestival weekly I think I’d die. But monthly, yes! — qwghlm
  • who fucking organises an 8.45 meeting the morning after Twestival!?@ Awesome to see everyone last night and PROPS to @amandita — grumblemouse (**Editor’s Note: Got it beat – we had a meeting at 8:30. I wanted to die**)
  • I feel like death and it’s all Twestival’s fault — mseasons

Apparently there’s now talk of a Christmas Twestival.  That gives me about two or three months to recover, which may or may not be enough time. We’ll see…