Everyone Was There Except Tinkerbell

I'm totally exhausted this morning. Here I was at the Neverland Ranch last night. M.J. threw a little celebration party for some of his most loyal supporters. It was just me, his entourage, the entire Jackson family, some of the kids from the neighborhood, and, of course, the jury.
I think I was hitting the Jesus Juice a little hard, if you know what I mean. Anyway, we were sitting around, chatting, looking at some of his picture books, and waiting to see if Nancy Grace would slit her wrists live on national TV. Fortunately, I had a new pair of pajamas, so I was dressed well for the occasion.
Oh yeah, Thomas Mesereau, Jackson's attorney was also there. I couldn't help but notice as he and Michael sat together how strange it was that the whitest white-guy attorney, had the whitest black guy for a client. The guy who holds the umbrella was also there. He was probably the happiest of anybody. I mean, if Michael goes to jail, he pretty much as a zero-resume to submit in looking for a new gig.
Joe Jackson was saying that in some ways, the trial had brought the family together. In fact, he had decided once the whole mess was behind them, he'd take the kids on a nice vacation and, for old times sake, emotionally abuse them a little.
Everything was quite nice, almost wholesome, except for Michael's brief wardrobe malfunction.
Anyway, a good time was being had by all, until Jackson announced that it was time for bed. He kinda looked at me and winked. I started screaming. I screamed so loudly, I woke myself up. Must have been the onion and jalapeno sandwich I had before I went to bed. Anyway, I couldn't get back to sleep. So, as I said, I'm exhausted this morning.