In a surreal afternoon event, I’ve had a quote a friend said to me two years ago at Renaissance Festival running maddeningly hilarious circles through my head.
A group of us took the day off one particularly pleasing afternoon to wander like idiots and drink ourselves silly. Indeed, mission accomplished for Husband and the other friends involved. I opted to drive because I’m
a compassionate goddess of fun a fucking lightweight who gets horrifically debilitating hangovers. Therefore, I was titled Wrangler of Drunks for the day.
And it was fabulously entertaining…I’m not actually being snarky. Husband and two friends, H and B (both former security ociffers)
ran stumbled around the festival, harassing participants/entertainers/dogs/random trees and having a grand time. I followed at a safe distance (so I wouldn’t trip one of them for entertainment purposes by accident.
Ultimately, we connected with another former security dude…FUCK this gets confusing without names. Let’s call him Z (whom we all adore in all his zombie-loving, pink bathrobe wearing, chocolate fountain ruining glory) with whom H had previously tangled. Apparently said tangling was…quite satisfactory.
She insisted that I NEED to ride that ride. It became a thing between the four of us, and for some reason all day today my brainpan has had “seriously Jess, you should ride that ride” bouncing around.
I am amused.
If that isn’t enough entertainment: Now Read These:
Wanderlust Guide: Childhood Birthday at Sybaris Pool Suites Hilarious. Enough said.
Superbetsy: How the “meme” started. I don’t agree with the aftereffects of eating bacon, but the rest is pretty damn spot on. And funny as hell.
Whorrified: Because I Would Give My Eye Teeth To See That Prenup Oh…lordy. “Hugh Hefner, aged two hundred eleventy…”