May Fest. Ah May Fest. How I Liebe Dich.
Friday started my summer hours at work. There's nothing shabby with getting home at 1 in the afternoon. I went home and after a while I took a cab over to the Land of May Fest. I spent some quality time at the DANK Haus with VonSis for a bit. I headed over with my parents and sister for dinner at the fest. I hung out with some people for a couple of hours having 2,3, maybe 5 HB Originals before my shift. I started working my kitchen shift a little early and a little buzzed. It's hard to work with people who don't know what they are serving. There is a difference between a Brat, Thuringer, and Leberkase. As a veteran of the fest, I knew exactly which drunken fools needed pretzels and land-jagers (a tasty, bigger slim jim type food product) people love me when I serve them carbs and meat. My feet and ankles did get pretty swollen by the end of the night. I was so tired I couldn't even shower when I got home, I fell into my bed smelling like sauer kraut, but I was pretty happy, and more than a little tipsy.
Saturday dawned a little earlier than I would have liked. Around 8am-ish VonSis let herself into my place and woke me up with the question "What do you want from McD's?" Ah - hangover breakfast!! After my yummy sausage burritos I was kinda ready to start my day.
I ended up at the fest a couple of hours early, to meet John and Toni and a couple of their friends. The crowd was enormous. I had to get my drink on, I knew it was going to be a tough night. I started pouring beers two hours earlier than I was supposed to. The thing is, the bar manager calls me his Rock Star. I pour faster and better than most of the other volunteers. Bar manager CJ loves me, and I appreciate that he needs me. I jumped right in and got into the swing of it. The lines got so bad that at one point I just stood in front of one tapper (the domestic) and said "Who wants domestic?" If the people standing in line were smart, they took the domestic. It was quicker, cheaper, and they didn't have to wait in line anymore. Trust me, they caught on really quick after that. They understood they could be picky and wait longer, or they could get their buzz on on domestic. I am also really good at slamming my own beer while pouring someone else's. By the time Shannon got there to help, I was pretty tipsy.
She and I gave up pretty quick. There were way too many volunteers behind the bar. It was a too many cooks in the kitchen situation. You couldn't move, get to a keg, help anyone, so we got some beers and found TheMarty. While looking for TheMarty I got a better view of the crowd. Lots of hot men. God, I love summer! Strangely some random dude rubbed my arm. I have no idea why. I shot him the nasty eye and kept on moving. Sadly, no love connection for me this year.
Side Bar:
I heart TheMarty.
He is super awesome. I think I laughed, really laughed most of the time we were hanging out at the fest. He, like Shannon, is one of those people I feel like I'm supposed to know forever, because it's so easy to be around him.
So, beer in my hair, beer in my belly, Shannon and TheMarty left me to go home. I had to find SIL1X - she was 'around'. I had to find her and her Hubby in the masses. I was standing by the food tent and I'm starting to text her to find her. While I'm typing I hear "VON!" loud and clear. SIL1X has found me. Let me tell you - No one, I mean NO ONE can get the attention of this deafish person like SIL1X. She's a little, well, Loud. SIL1X, K and I found a cab. I had my first Mr. Sub ever - yum. We ate at their house. I went home and fought with my ankles. It went something like this:
"Ankles, I know you are all swollen and pissed, but I need to take a shower"
"Um, NO"
"Ankles, I mean it. There's beer in my hair, and clean sheets on my bed, and I need to take a shower"
"Too bad for you. NO"
"C'mon"
"Elevate us and give us ice and we will consider it"
So, at 1am after bartering with my ankles, I showered. Best. Shower.Ever. Yes, I do have conversations with my own ankles. I also chat with the dog, the tv, the computer. What do you want? I live alone.
Sunday started much the same as Saturday:
"You want same thing from McDonald's as yesterday?"
"grumble, cough, grumble, Yeah. don't forget the salsa this time, k?" and my hangover and I got out of bed.
VonSis is the best hangover partner EVER.
