Ah, life...
Sooo, Friday night I was up until God only knows. I got my copy of Deathly Hallows and went home. I don't know when I actually fell asleep because I was reading on the couch with no watch and no phone. I got home at 1:40 and fell asleep on page 237, so deduce what you can from that. Leroy woke me up for food at 8 on saturday and I resumed reading, stopping only for a short lunch break. I finished around 7:30 saturday night. Loved every page.
On another note, some of you may know and some may not know that I tried out for the Ren Fest yesterday. Well, the results were immediate. I'm 100% in for being a street performer, I get my contract in a couple days. On top of that, the auditioner made a very casual remark about how they may be looking for a new jester to the King and asked if I would be interested in the position if it were to open up. OH MY GOD! So there is a possibilty, albiet slim, that I'll be the Royal Jester to the King! Eat it bitches! I'm so much cooler than all of you!
Moving on, last night was amazing. I went to Alex's party and we all hung out and goofed around. There was a wrestling match in the hallway and many references to "'corn porn". We all ventured over to some abandoned mills afterwards and Matt made a huge commotion trying to enter a locked door. We hung out for a while and then saw someone wlaking around with a flashlight, so we all decided it was time to leave. After that the party was pretty much over so I decided to Joe Joe and gang at the 90s for some fun times. And what fun times they were. I got kinda wasted, and the atmosphere was just amazing. I danced with like 20 people, girls and guys, and it was a blast. I was just in a beater and a T from the party, and it got so hot I took off the T and was still sweating buckets. Best workout ever. I was having so much fun I decided to skip the lightrail and stay the extra 45 minutes to keep dancing. On the way home some guy starts talking to me form his car while I'm crossing the street in front of him. So we're talking for like 10 seconds and he asks if I'm bi. I say no. He asks if I've ever experimented. I say no. He asks if I need money, I tell him I'm leaving. It was hilarious, I got offered money for sex from a yuppy in a BMW corevette.
Anyway, moral of the story is I'm sore as fuck from all the dancing, some someone should give me a massage.
On another note, some of you may know and some may not know that I tried out for the Ren Fest yesterday. Well, the results were immediate. I'm 100% in for being a street performer, I get my contract in a couple days. On top of that, the auditioner made a very casual remark about how they may be looking for a new jester to the King and asked if I would be interested in the position if it were to open up. OH MY GOD! So there is a possibilty, albiet slim, that I'll be the Royal Jester to the King! Eat it bitches! I'm so much cooler than all of you!
Moving on, last night was amazing. I went to Alex's party and we all hung out and goofed around. There was a wrestling match in the hallway and many references to "'corn porn". We all ventured over to some abandoned mills afterwards and Matt made a huge commotion trying to enter a locked door. We hung out for a while and then saw someone wlaking around with a flashlight, so we all decided it was time to leave. After that the party was pretty much over so I decided to Joe Joe and gang at the 90s for some fun times. And what fun times they were. I got kinda wasted, and the atmosphere was just amazing. I danced with like 20 people, girls and guys, and it was a blast. I was just in a beater and a T from the party, and it got so hot I took off the T and was still sweating buckets. Best workout ever. I was having so much fun I decided to skip the lightrail and stay the extra 45 minutes to keep dancing. On the way home some guy starts talking to me form his car while I'm crossing the street in front of him. So we're talking for like 10 seconds and he asks if I'm bi. I say no. He asks if I've ever experimented. I say no. He asks if I need money, I tell him I'm leaving. It was hilarious, I got offered money for sex from a yuppy in a BMW corevette.
Anyway, moral of the story is I'm sore as fuck from all the dancing, some someone should give me a massage.