Saturday morning BBQ Fest update

For once I actually enjoy smelling my dirty laundry.

Have you ever gone to Starbucks, and then come home and noticed that your clothes smell like coffee? Or have you ever gone to a bar, and then come home and noticed that your clothes smell like nasty, disgusting cigarettes?

Well, the clothes I wore to BBQ Fest last night smell like… smoke from BBQ cookers. They smell good. I almost don’t want to wash them.

The late night I had planned for last night didn’t happen. My plan was to pace myself by doing beer, beer, water, beer, beer, water.

Here’s what actually happened: beer, shooter, jello shot, beer, jello shot, beer, beer, jello shot, beer, beer, and then a trek to the Saucer for a Woodchuck Granny Smith cider (definitely not my drink of choice at the Saucer, but it was on Fire Sale). I was passed out in bed by midnight. And then I woke up at 6 and couldn’t get back to sleep, thanks to the Mattress From Hell. It just occurred to me that my L-shaped sofa has a fold-out mattress, which I haven’t used once in the 11 years I’ve owned it. I may have to pull it out and start sleeping on that until I get this mattress problem taken care of.

Special thanks to the Sissy Bitches trivia team for handing me a wristband granting me access to the PorkStars tent last night. Even after my trivia team has handed them one ass whoopin’ after another on Tuesday nights, they were still kind enough to invite me in. Just goes to show you, at the end of the day we’re all friends.

Thanks also to GenuSwine, AdRibbers, The Pink Ladies, and Redmon’s Renegades for their generosity last night. Oh, and that booth I followed my ex-neighbors Troy and Jen into, didn’t get the name. And that booth that was playing disco music, didn’t get its name either.

I bought some plaid shirts at Old Navy yesterday. I haven’t worn plaid shirts in nearly 20 years. I’ve had an aversion to them ever since my first job (see the “What Am I Doing With My Life?” rant part I that I posted about a week ago). When I was getting dressed for work, my mother told me, “You don’t have to wear a[n incredibly boring] white dress shirt… you can wear a[n incredibly boring] pale blue dress shirt, or a[n incredibly boring] pale yellow dress shirt, or you can wear a plaid shirt.” So I wore plaid shirts. Ever since then I’ve hated plaid shirts. But Old Navy had plaid Madras shirts on sale… they’re more comfortable than T-shirts and besides, I have a good friend from Madras, India so I figured I’d give plaid a second chance.

I just realized that I had all those drinks last night, and three slabs of ribs, for $10.50 – the $7 cover charge for BBQ Fest, plus $2.50 plus $1 tip at the Saucer for a Fire Sale beer. Not bad at all… and I’ll be going back for round three later today.

Before I started drinking yesterday, I walked around and snapped pictures of the best tents. I also handed the camera over to Mikey the Camera Nazi later in the evening and he got some shots of me disco dancing. My plan is to load the pics onto my laptop tomorrow morning, then I’ll take the computer with me to Sleep Out’s and create the photo album from there. So I’ll be there from 11:30 or so until I get the photo album and Deal of the Week and a bottle of champagne done.

Out of here for now though… it’s about time to go eat some more BBQ.