Monday, July 14, 2008
Delay due to hangover
AKA: 24 Welshman I wanted to kidnap. Whew. What a weekend. It's Monday evening, about 7pm, and this is the first moment I have felt well enough to even switch on my computer. Friday night was SIL1X's dad's surprise birthday party. Good times. Saturday and Sunday I worked at the Folk and Roots festival. Saturday I helped out in the VIP tent, which meant sit there and drink some beer and circle names on a list. The bands were great, I highly recommend some Slavic Soul Party. Not kidding. I headed back stage to hang out with my friends. It was there that I happened to meet some of my new favorite people, the Burlington Welsh Mens Choir. Cuter awesomer thirstier whiter-haired men I will never meet again. Being around these geriatric charmers had me saying "It'll be a great night if I can get 26 Welshmen sleeping on my living room floor tonight!". Loved them. They had performed with Jon Langford, and unfortunately I missed their performance. I got my drink on backstage, and had a great night. Sunday morning I was totally paying for Saturday night's good time. I barely got off the couch in time to get myself back to the fest. I started out the day really well, I drank mostly water. Sunday I was working backstage, serving beer to the artists and staff. All weekend, I had wanted to meet Jon Langford, but was uncharacteristically shy for some reason. I'll blame the hangover. Anyway. I was talking to my friend Sarah, and Jon was right next to her. I said "That's Jon Langford, isn't it?" and Sarah (in her infinite awesomeness) introduced me to him. He was really cool, just a nice chatty normal guy. I love Old Town and Folk and Roots because of people like Jon. Everyone is just so nice and chill. I chatted with Jon for a little bit and got back to work. Sunday's job had me working for T. T is awesome. She's one of my favorite people over at Old Town. I really like her, and it was good to work with her so we could hang out. So, Sunday night I got pretty tired, and I was sober, so D and I decided not to hang out, and we walked over to the bus stop. Welllll - the bus stop happens to be next to my favorite bar. Well, some of my friends were there. Well. 3:30 am came pretty fast. I was SMASHED. I can state for a fact I had 3 shots of Jameson, 2 of Petron, and (ahem) a few Blue Moons. I do remember taking a cab home. Beyond that things get a little fuzzy. Ok, a lot fuzzy. I found out this morning that I sent Shannon a 3am text message. I believe it was 'GO9'. Yeah, not a clue what it means. I also ended up in my sister's bathroom upstairs around 5:45 this morning. So I am told. I guess I had a nice little drunken sleepwalking thing going on. Good thing I had planned to be off work today.