After recovering Friday from Thursday night's debauchery, I wasn't very much in the mood to party Friday night... but I trudged along to Musikfest anyway -- I mean it is only once a year... and it's is always a good time... And it did not disappoint! Amy has been just amazing with her hospitality -- her apartment being central to Musikfest (literally open the front door and you are in the middle of the festival) -- it has been just wonderful.
Friday evening we kicked it all off with a Theo's Gyro... then I had a Buckeye Tavern Steak Sandwich (called Sean and Jen while eating it just to rub it in a little... and more-so to let them know that I was thinking of them and missing them... [they went on a cruise, so don't feel too bad for them]). Then I got some Smirnoff Ice to wash it all down with. We listened to a good celtic rock band... then I was feeling a bit over-fed and excessively tired... so I left around 10pm and came home... Barry had gone to camp for the weekend, so the house was empty... I put on the flannel sheets... I slept so soundly and so comfortably in the flannel... I think it was the best sleep I've had in months. I felt so refreshed on Saturday, which was perfect for a long afternoon of festing.
Caught an Arrogant Worms show. Amy, Meredith, Brian, Chris & Marea, Chris' parents and aunt... I drank a lot of beer... (a six-pack while waiting for everyone to arrive before lunch -- had a taco to wash it down with)... continued my buzz all afternoon -- just like a good fest-day should be. That evening I hung out with some friends and also caught the Red Elvises concert. I switched to "Southern Comfort Hurricanes" at that point... and they were yummy... and we started comparing "Steps to the Perfect Blow-Job" between Sarah, Jane, and I... using our straws to help demonstrate as needed. Amy, Emily, Mere, and I were going to close the bar at Brew Works... but there was A LINE TO GET DOWNSTAIRS! Holy crap... I couldn't believe it... well, we took one look at the line, then a double-take, then said "Screw that!" and went to the Hotel Bethlehem for some cocktails and sitting in the nice lobby there sipping cocktails with all the (relatively speaking) nice & quiet people.
Sunday I had to go up to Goose Pond Scout Reservation to take photos of the Troops as they arrived. Normally my friend Sean does this every Sunday... It's a great money maker and easy work... But since he's on the cruise this week, he couldn't make it, so I said I would do it. (We used to do it together, but the trip became too much for me [living 1.5hrs from the camp] so I just let him take over by himself.) It was odd putting my Scout uniform on... I haven't worn it in over a year. (PS: I think it shrunk... or I gained weight, but I'm going with the "it shrunk from non-use".) I felt odd -- like I shouldn't be wearing it... because I have basically renounced all my Scout-ness and repressed all the good from Scouting because of their anti-gay policy... I got to camp and WOW did it feel strange being there... Not bad strange... just strange... My first time setting foot in any Scouting function for a very long time... I felt a little bit like "a sheep in wolf's clothing"... like "IF THEY ONLY KNEW"... shaking hands with Scout leaders, and telling the Scouts to stand here and turn this way and smile, walking around camp eating some Combos and a soda purchased in the Camp trading post, watching the swimming tests, walking past the cafeteria, thinking about what it was like the first time I came to camp as a little boy, feeling old when one of the little tykes called me sir. It was just a real hodge-podge of emotions. (Thankfully no tears. And I guess in reality I won't ever really get tearful about it anymore -- I've cried my tears and there's nothing left but good feelings and bad feelings... the sad feelings are gone.) All-in-all I had a good time and a successful time (made some $$)... I just have to pick up the enlargements on Wednesday and bring them up and drop them off. (Fingers crossed that the pictures come out OK... that's the worst part... not knowing what's on the negatives and just hoping that you did OK. One reason why being a wedding photographer is so nerve-wracking.)
Barry was home, but didn't want to eat with me or anything, so I headed off to the festival to get dinner and close the first weekend... the NET was working the Beer tent at Volkesplatz that evening and the Red Elvises were playing... it was a fun time... and finally got to spend some time with Kim at the Fest. Had some Bratwurst and AwwShucks Corn and a waffle with Ice Cream... (ugh, what bad eating habits, but oh so good)...
Was feeling very tired, so I tried to head out as soon as I could... but kept bumping into people... Speaking of which... bumped into this guy John, and he said "Oh yeah, we met before -- a long time ago -- I remember you were telling us about something you bought on eBay, a wrestling singlet or something, and how excited you were because you were wearing it that night." For the record... I looked up my entry from that night (link
)... it was back in November... and this guy, who I haven't seen since, remembered... Wow... I was a little shocked... and strangely flattered... and little turned-on.
Then, I went up to help Amy fix her Air Conditioning unit (we took it out of the window and put it back in leaning more "out" so that the condensation water will hopefully fall out instead of into her apartment). Then headed home around 9:30... after going back out for milk, I laid down and fell right to sleep.
Long day of work in front of me I fear, but I haven't yet begun... I'll be off to shower and head in to work shortly.