Beer and Babies

Didn’t do too much damage at Wurstfest after all. Weeeeellll, actually I spent about $80 in the 4 hours I spent there. It was $8 to get in, $5 to park, and I bought 2 pitchers ($34), and contributed $7.00 to another pitcher, a Wurstkabob for $4.50, a Rueben for $5, and a bag of candy-coated almonds for $10. I came home w/6 bucks. Two things:

1.) I HATE it when people are funny about money! Of the 6 initial folks that drove down together there were 3 of us who drank beer. My thoughts are that we each buy a pitcher and share, only b/c no one wants to buy a full pitcher of beer and sit in front of it, nor do we all want to buy the beer at $5 per cup. But there are those people who get this “I’m not spending $17 and having others drink my pitcher.” It ruins my time when I hear people say “I owe for the beer.” That’s why I ended up spending so much money on beer. People woulnd’t ante up, and quite frankly, if I want a beer, I’m going to go buy some. Consequently, I ended up spending a lot of money on beer for everyone. One of them even wanted to pay me for gas! I was freakin’ going to Wurstfest regardless of their company, so why the hell would I charge someone to tag along? This actually should’ve been my first indication that it was going to be funky.

2.) Before the drink had a hold on my good senses, there were two times I had to hold back tears. I'm telling you, this baby fever thing truly is back. We were in one of the tents listening to a band that was partially oompa, but also modern. They started playing "Surfing USA" by the Beach Boys and this whole family goes out to the front and they all begin dancing together. The mom had the youngest girl in her arms, and the dad was dancing with his two other daughters, as they wiggled their heinies and jumped around with glee. It was a beautiful sight and still gets me a little misty-eyed because I just don't have faith that I'll ever have that, and it makes me very very sad. The second time was moments later when they did "Brown Eyed Girl". A new daddy had his daughter in his arms, she was probably 10-14 months old, and as he's out there with his daughter he's singing the song to her and you can just see in his eyes the reverance he had for his little girl. Such a strong bond that the love just radiated from his body. It was just beautiful to see, and there again the pity party sets in.

More on that later b/c I'm just about to leave for the evening. Tonight my friend Katie, with a sudden interest in hanging out that not so coincidentally began last week when she asked to borrow my bed, is coming to town (20 minutes away from where she lives), and we’re having dinner and a few drinks. I spoke with mutual friends and both of them were like “DO NOT LET HER BORROW YOUR BED”. Their grand idea is to tell her someone else has it. ?? Not only do I suck at lying, but that lie is particularly flimsy. Hopefully once I get a few drinks down I’ll let her in on my reservations. Stay tuned.