Misery Loves CompanyWe were waiting in a hallway about to go into the Palm Court Tea Room. Julie, her mother, and I waited patiently while we conversed with others and fixed out outfits. As I was clutching the book, my palms became sweaty because I knew where I was and why I was there. As the line grew shorter, I became more nervous but excited and thrilled at the same time. When we were closer to the entrance we received a goodie bag filled with a C.D and exclusive merchandise. The three of us admittedly saw all of her beauty and we knew we were home back in the asylum. On the morning of July 24, I woke up like usual but today was different than any