Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
I don't know if I could put in all that effort for something that only lasts a day or two. Wait, I'm a singer, I prepare months and months for events that last even less time than that. Ok, I suppose I understand then.