The Beer Fest in Idaho was exactly how I imagined it. A bunch of unattractive people stumbling around with only one goal in mind:
Drink As Much Beer As You Possibly Can.
No Matter What!
No matter if you can no longer see, let alone walk straight.
No matter if you've puked up all the beer and pretzels you've eaten. That just gives you room for more beer.
No matter if the port-a-potty has become your permanent residence.
No matter if you've lost your beer cup, I'm sure there are plenty in the trash can you can dig out.
No matter if you have already passed out on the grass, someone should be making sure your cup is full.
No matter if you are so drunk that you start posing in other people's photographs.
(We still have no idea who that bald dude is in the back)
No matter if you feel like you must hold onto the grass in order not to fall off the earth.
No matter if every person you see has an exact twin.
(Ok, check out how creepy Lin's zombie hand is. Her hand looks dead!)
No matter if you can't win an argument you've been having with that tent pole all day.
No matter if the beer cup keeps missing your mouth.
And especially no matter if you're not as think you drunk I am!
(From left to right: Shauna's mom's beer, Shauna's mom, Lin, Shauna's beer, Shauna, Lindee's beer, my beer, and me!)
(Lindee's hand looking a little less zombie-ish)
But seriously. Good effin times yo! People are insane when there is all-you-can-drink beer at stake! At some point during the day, Mike and I were standing under the tent when I felt someone grab my butt. As soon as I turn around to see who it was I get a nice hard squeeze to the boob! I look up and there is this chick standing there smiling and not wasting one other second, she does the same to Mike!
Yeah, we both got groped by the same chick. Apparently she had made it her goal to grab 300 booties and 600 boobies that day.
Hey, who are we to stand in her way?
After the fest was over, the wait for the bus back to the hotel was taking forever so we stuffed ourselves in a cab with a bunch of other drunks. And of course Mike just happens to know these people in the cab. I swear he knows someone EVERYWHERE we go!
(Cab ride back to the hotel)
After everyone had a much needed nap, we headed to dinner.
This past weekend was a blast! But before I get to the fun part of my weekend, here's a bit of the boring part....
My graduation pinning ceremony.
What's a pinning ceremony you ask? I have no idea but I went.
And I got pinned.
What is this pin for you ask? I have no idea, but I think that wearing the pin actually makes you stupider (See? I don't even use real words now!).
Mike decided to actually pin the stupid thing on me and ever since, my brain has the dumb. Or maybe it was just because I was sitting next to Lindee.
Her blondness could have somehow floated out her ear and settled into my brain. I'm better now, but didn't want to take any chances so I gave my pin to Mr. Moose the Miner here.
He's an accountant too. Obviously.
Anyway.....oh yes, this pinning ceremony....
I graduated in December but of course they only have one ceremony a year for all graduates which is why I am just now getting pinned. I have to say, a graduation pinning ceremony is ten times better than a regular cap and gown graduation ceremony. Pretty sure they don't serve wine during the comencement!
Which you think would be the reason why I skipped out on going to my cap and gown ceremony the next day but no, I had more important things to do.
Yes, a much more significant event required my attendance ...