Yesterday, I went to a local Irish festival with my mom, stepdad, and their friends. My uncle and cousin were there too. I had a good time, the music was quite good. I had about 5 hard ciders with little to eat. After the festival, I went to my mom’s friends house for a barbacue. They lit their fire pit, even though it was hot as fuck, and we drank lots of homemade wine.
And today I have paid for it dearly. I also made these Pilsbury cinnamon rolls and ate them all. This always happens when I’m hungover. Can you say oink oink?.
A few things happened at the festival:
- I got choked up when the bagpipers were playing. Why? I have no idea. It just got to me.
- I saw 2 old friends I haven’t seen in years. It’s nice to run into old friends.
- While I was going around to the different vendors, a teenage girl was staring at me like I was some kind of freak. I frowned at her and she blurted out, “You have golden eyes.” I said, “Yes, I do.” She then looked around and whispered, “You’re not a vampire, are you?” I wasn’t drunk yet, if that’s what you’re thinking. I rolled my eyes and asked her if she liked the Twilight books and she giggled. I informed her that they weren’t for real. She said, “I know that.” So I asked her, “Why the fuck did you ask me if I was a vampire?” Ugh. I can’t stand retarded people. Not real mentally challenged people, my heart goes out to them. I’m talking about normal people who don’t think. Especially, know it all retarded teenagers. Am I a vampire? What the fuck! And why do these idiots always come up to me?
- I used a port-a-potty three times without gagging.
Oh, and I’m loving the new HBO series True Blood. I bought all of the books in the series that inspired the series and I really loved those too. Maybe I am a vampire, though I’d rather be a ninja.
Vampire eye…really?