Ye Olde Suckassaince Festival

So yeah, as you can probably guess, the renaissance festival was a bust. I mean, it’s nice, it just hasn’t changed in 25 damn years. Seriously. Same food, same vendors, same entertainment. The people may come and go but it’s all the same shit, ya know? It was so crowded we had to park about a 15-minute walk from the entrance; inside, it was shoulder to shoulder throughout most of the area. Ugh. We met two friends of my brother’s gf, and the girl totally reminded me of a bossy-ass girl I knew in h.s. Before I knew what was going on, this girl had her map and schedule out and was deciding which “shows” we should see. My brother and I just looked dumbly at each other. Fortunately, thanks to some tricky wandering, we managed to avoid watching ANY shows! Heh.

It wasn’t a hot day, just warm in the sun, but all three of us were pooped from all the fresh air and walking about. They finally decided to go watch UFC but despite my interest, I just couldn’t bring myself to sit in a smokey bar. Ugh. So now it’s 10:30 p.m. and I’m on my laptop and watching Food TV in the family room at my parents’ house. Whee! What a life.

Tomorrow may be tricky as my brother has plans to watch soccer and then get Chinese for dinner … he doesn’t know about the surprise party (duh) and I’m not sure how we’re going to get him there. That’s up to his gf to figure out. LOL

A note to my Jewish readers — I hope you’ve been able to eat something by now!