I’d like to point out that it’s fine and dandy to have a good time when you’re out with your family, but if these people sitting across the restaurant don’t stop laughing like donkeys, I might be forced to hit all of them.
So this
morning. The trusty old alarm goes off at 6:45, but I was already awake, since I hadn’t taken the aforementioned sleeping pills. I stopped for Burger King coffee and then went to the fairgrounds. On the way, I saw this really horrific-looking accident. Turns out, this 17-year-old kid had fallen asleep at the wheel and had flipped over the guardrail. It really didn’t look like anyone could have possibly survived that accident, but he turned out OK, so that’s good. There were things scattered across the road, I’m assuming they were car parts, but at the time, I was just thinking, “Oh man. I hope those aren’t body parts.” Luckily, though, the kid was OK.We did setup, I had a lot more coffee, and it started to drizzle.
Have I mentioned what the fundraiser was? I can’t remember. It was a motorcycle rally, which seems to be popular around here. So the fact that it was cold and drizzling and foggy had the potential to be a big problem.
It was touch and go there for a while, but eventually, we did have riders show up. I want to say there were 30 or so which, all things considered, wasn’t bad for the first time an event takes place.
(FYI: Parents who bring children into restaurants and allow them to run rampant, screaming, deserve to have bamboo shoved under their fingernails.)
So Dennis, playing event photographer, comes over and asks me if I have gas in my car. I say no and he suggests I get some, since I, apparently, will be driving him while he shoots the motorcycles. Cool, right?
I go get gas and when I come back, everyone’s getting ready to head out. Dennis tells me, oh, yeah, you’re going to be in the front of everyone, and I’m going to sit in the back of your car and shoot out the window.
Say what?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I led the pack. It was kind of cool, actually. And I only had a couple moments of, “Sarah? Sarah, slow down.” It wasn’t too much of a stretch, though, because it was so foggy on the parkway, I had a slight fear of catapulting both myself and Dennis to our deaths over the side of a mountain, but it all worked out fine.
The ride lasted an hour-ish. We came back to the site, had barbecue and door prizes and an in-general good time was had by all. I stayed a while to help break down tables and stuff, and then headed out. I’ll need to find out the exact logistics of the event, such as how much was made, etc., so I can write a follow-up article, but I feel like it went well.
I met more cool people after the actual ride was over, and I talked to people I'd met the previous night. This one guy, I think it was Teri that said, "You remember Sarah, right? From last night?" And he said, "Yeah. You were wearing the pink tights." (There they are again!) That made me laugh a little.
After that, it was no rest for the wary, as I still had to shoot an event downtown for Carrie to use for her picture page. At least, I think that’s what that photographs were for. Anyway, I’m kicking myself a little bit right now, because the lens on the camera I had to use has trouble with its auto-focus, and I was shooting quickly, so I have a couple pictures that would have been really good, but they’re not entirely in focus. Sad.
I actually walked to the event, because parking is impossible when they have events downtown. Along the way, I took some “fall photos” for Carrie for next week (she said something about using one for the cover.) However, Dennis told me that next weekend on the parkway would be a good time to shoot fall stuff, so I may hold out for that. I got this one, though, and I thought it was pretty cool. Welcome to WNC in the fall:
I got back from that around 4 this afternoon and promptly fell asleep, waking up again at 7:30. And here I am. McHotpants said he was going to call me so we could hang out, but he hasn’t, and he does this all the time, saying he’ll call and not, so I’m not even going to bother. I don’t need to chase people down to hang out with me. This isn’t my junior year of high school where I had to ask 4 guys to prom before one finally said yes. I do have my pride.
It’s weird, though, how the last two days have been so jam-packed, I’m feeling. . .not let down right now, but like I don’t have anything important to do. I have to work tomorrow, and I’m contemplating church. I really should go, because I didn’t go last week and I was trying to make it a habit. I wish I knew what the sermon was going to be. The last one I attended, two weeks ago, was about being single, and it did nothing but depress me, seriously. Girl Scouts are going to meet tomorrow, but I don’t know that I’ll be finished at work in time. I could, in theory, go into work tonight and get more finished, but honestly? The longer I have away from that place, the better.
And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, I’m going to start answering the questions left by my awesome readers. Seriously, you all rock. Especially Nick, who gave me a variety.
I'm going to start with Ashley's:
I would like to know your thoughts on why Friends is so addicting.
She's referring to the show, just so you're aware that she isn't using the improper subject-verb a
greement. She's not asking why friends are addicting. She wants to know why Friends is addicting.My thoughts on that are that, for one, most of the actors on that show are attractive. This because especially evident when Ashley and I played a Friends drinking game, and added our own twist to it, taking a drink every time we felt compelled to do any given character. I think, between the two of us, the only characters not done were Phoebe and Joey. Maybe she did Joey. I don't know.
Anyway, another reason is that I think, deep down, we all want our lives to be like that. I know that I, personally, don't have a group of five friends that I've known forever with whom I do everything. So It's an escapist-type thing. Not only do I not have five friends with whom I do everything, I don't have five friends that are as attractive as most of that particular group.
A third reason is that you don't really have to take the show too seriously. With a lot of the shows that are on now, you know, like the crime ones and whatnot, awful things happen to people. And while awful-ish things happen to characters on Friends (i.e., breakups, etc.), nothing like Law & Order: SVU happens. So it's a happy show.
Finally, that theme song is damn catchy. It always gets stuck in my head. It's not even that great of a song, but there you go.
I'll answer more questions in the coming entries.
I would like to, if anyone's at all curious, make a note that today, I was told by. . .someone important to me that they were fond of me. Normally, I don't get that told to me unless it's prompted, and it made me happy. Sometimes, I hate being so vague, and I hate not being able to go into detail about things, but, for one, you'd get really, really sick of hearing about it, especially if you know the circumstances behind it, and also, it's really just not a situation that I want to broadcast, you know? I'm sure you do.
Also, I don't know if people are aware of this, but I really, really hate when people I don't know use names like "baby" or "babe" in reference to me. It's like. . .dude, you don't know me. My first boyfriend used to call me baby because he knew I hated it, and my second boyfriend called me that, and I didn't mind it. Because he was allowed.
I learned recently that if you're called something along those lines, say, if someone calls you 'baby girl,' and it's someone of whom you are fond, it's cute. Even if they're not saying it in a "I want to make out with you" sort of way. Or maybe they are, I don't know. Regardless, the name was used in reference to me, and I liked it, even though I feel like I shouldn't have.
You know what else I like that I shouldn't? That stupid Katy Perry song, "I Kissed a Girl." Dear God, I hated that song so much when it first came out, first of all, because the song by the same name by Jill something came out in the 80's, and I felt like it was such a blatant ripoff. Another reason I didn't like it was because I feel like girls making out with girls, girls being "bisexual" is so overplayed these days, it's just irritating.
I've said this before, and I don't mean it to sound racist or whatever, but truly, whenever I hear the word "bisexual," I think of two Asian chicks making out with each other at a frat party with drunken football players cheering them on. I don't know why the girls are Asian in this picture in my head, but they always are. It's possible it's because I saw a lot of Asian "bisexuality" in college. Funny, they just liked the dudes when they were sober. I'm just sayin'.
So, when I was home last weekend, my sister was playing the song really loudly, and then she played it in the car on the way to the party, and it's so. catchy. I hate myself so hard for saying that, but it's true. Damn catchy stupid fake bisexual songs.
Anyway, here it is, if you really want to know:
If you watch it, you'll understand why I hate myself so much for this. But really? If it's not even a little stuck in your head, you're probably deaf.
Goodnight, everybody.
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