My Saturday job was on the periphery; officially, my title was "SMORE QUEEN." And thus, I was always already at the end of the night on that famed journey. I showed up at the Ferry building just as all the other players did, but since I had already been dubbed graham cracker royalty, I could only witness the the buzzing buzzing buzzing with no option of release until the deferred fire. At 7:45 the runners took off in a fury, and the few of us left watched, awestruck, giddy in their wake. They were to fight a good fight. I spent a good portion of the night riding shotty in the car with a skittish Sam, being a telephone proxy, relaying Very Important Information. And also making sure enough Flin Flon was playing on his space-age stereo. We got to the beach around 9 and felt around for a perfect bonfire place. Sam was excited and excitable. Sean arrived next, and the fire building began. Via telephone, we heard of the race and all its rough and smooth spots from at least ten different voices. I sat on the sand as Sean poked at the fire and imagined all moments of the race happening simultaneously, non-linear-like, truly polyphonous. In my head, it looked beautiful. The three traveling hippies arrived at that point, sat by the fire, talked New Jersey with Sean, offered us wine then weed then ganja gooey balls and then eventually left. The chasers trickled in, then the triumphant winning players. I was ready with chocolate in one pocket, graham crackers in the other, and a fistful of marshmallows. I greeted the winners with the first s'mores of the night. For the next long while, I made good on my title, braving the heat of the fire to roast marshallows three by three, every few minutes shouting, "I've got a s'more, who wants it?" at the top of my feeble lungs. I was happy to feed such courageous racers. The dedicated SF0 players impressed me, to say the least, and I was glad that I could contribute to the culminating happy end. And to top it all off, by midnight the fun of the event slid into the fun of my birthday. What a way to welcome twenty-four!