I still live in fear that she's out there, somewhere, waiting to give me a big, sweaty goggle-eyed fifteen-minute hug for no reason at all - and then kick me in the nuts.
The icing on the cake was the return of the police, who had stated the evening before that the party was fine as long as was all packed up by 9am. It was now 10am, the party was still going (now resembling a battlefield with casualties sprawled everywhere), and I was desperately trying to revive a friend who'd chosen this very moment to fly to another spacetime continuum - though to an outside observer this resembled rolling around on the floor in the dirt with a zombie stare.
The cop said "I'm back in an hour mate, and if your girlfriend's not on her feet by then and this lot is still here, you're all nicked." I said "But she's not my girlfriend, and this isn't my party - I'm just trying to help". He just smiled and walked off, shooing away a family of day-trippers and their picnic, showing me his watch.
That's when I started walking home, over the moors instead of the road. Even the cop knew I was Jesus :angel:
PS - this is Millstone Edge Quarry near Grindleford, that does have some excellent siderite deposits on the working face - and no hippies any more.