Trashin' it up.


So I attended Riverfest today with Randy who convinced me to start off the day by double fisting it with our $3 cups of beer. I think the cop who pulled me over Friday recognized me, because he smiled at me as I walked by. Either that, or if found it amusing that I had 2 beers. It was satisfying to see former classmates walking around that had gotten fat. It gives you a little smile, and you just want to walk over to them and say " ha ha, you got fat." The secret is to be fat IN high school. That way if you don't lose weight, people won't gossip about you in the following years and say " Oh goodness so and so got fat". Instead they'll merely say " so and so is still fat." But lose weight, and it'll be awesome. As this is Wisconsin, beer bellies of course, are popping up on many former classmates. Also, I hate that for the most part you only see people who you never really liked, and don't want to talk to at things like this. Or you see someone from work or a family friend, and then suddenly feel awkward talking to them with not just one but two beers in your hand. Or, a beer and and ice cream when you see your old boss. But that can lead to a nice little discussion about what sort of ice cream would work best in a beer float. Silly lesbians!

Well... I suppose....

p.s. Yes, that's right, I say Kevin at Riverfest! Needless to say, anxiety ensued.