This weekend was the big Central PA Arts Festival (hereby known as “Arts Fest”). I have been looking forward to this for AGES, especially because I’ve been working like crazy and needed a break like you wouldn’t believe. The weekend didn’t quite go as planned…
~My one friend (who is as plan-oriented as I am) couldn’t come (tres sad) so I spent the days leading up to Arts Fest and the weekend frantically texting people in a last-ditch effort to make new plans. Didn’t quite pan out as expected.
~The a/c in my car (which I thought was fixed) is still broken. It wasn’t an issue until I sat in traffic for a good 45 minutes. And this wasn’t your ordinary traffic. This was traffic on a highway in the middle of PA. I ask you, how does that happen!?
~I didn’t make an idiot out of myself while playing frat-boy inspired drinking games. This is a highlight in an otherwise fail-ridden weekend. And, as it turns out, I’m pretty damn good at flip cup. Basically it’s a race to see which team can drink fastest and who has the best hand/table/cup/eye coordination.
~Most of Saturday was wasted because people wanted to sleep in. It felt nice, don’t get me wrong, but I’m used to being up and about at 7 AM, not 12:30 PM. Also didn’t get to meet up with one friend because she goes, “Just keep walking, we’ll run into each other.” Did I mention I’m a planner and I don’t handle “We’ll meet up somewhere sometime maybe” situations that well?
~Babysat some drunk people and in the process of carting their lit-up asses home, a passing frat boy bro-dude said I looked like a “pregnant slut.” Then I got beer thrown at me. Not making that junk up. Also, did I mention it’s not fun to be the most sober one in a group full of people who are so drunk they’re mumbling incoherently in something that resembles baby-talk?
At least I saved gas on the way back?