Balls.

So Friday night I got off work at 7 and ended up in Shelton for Stompin' in the Woods. That drive... oh my god. Before that, the furthest I'd ever driven by myself was to Northgate, I'm pretty sure.

Hilariously enough, I got lost. HEH. Hannah texted me awesome directions, but somehow I ended up on highway 8 when I was supposed to follow 101 and I still don't get how that happened. When I realized what I did, I stopped in McCleary for sustenance, found my way back onto North 101 and got there just fine.

I drove for three hours straight. THREE HOURS. And when I finally got there I had to be snuck a bracelet and pretend I was Pepper because it cost fucking $50 to get in. HEH! From there Mike, Hannah and I went back to the tent ('cause Pepper is notorious for disappearing at these types of things) and started chugging peach schnapps and Rolling Rocks. Heh. I vaguely remember finding Pepper, wandering around and dancing like an idiot with my bottle of schnapps, critiqueing the music with great depth ("This is repetitive!"), pissing behind a tractor, offering to pee on Mike (HEH!), then going back to the tent and having some sort of deranged exchange of words with Hannah and Mike. Then I blacked out completely. Good thing I just fell asleep. Woke up at 8am and realized my phone was missing. Hannah had a voicemail from some dude calling from my phone saying he had it ('cause she was my last dialed call). Met up with him, got phone back, then Hannah and I went into town and had the loveliest little breakfast at this badass diner. Oh, biscuits and gravy. We're gonna get married one day.

Left for work at 11. BAD. IDEA. Like a retard, I got BACK ON North 101 instead of South. Followed that for about 30 minutes before I realized my blatant idiocy. Turned around. Took me an hour to get back to I-5. I realized I was gonna be about an hour late to work when I got stuck in traffic in Seattle for the third time. Called into work to let them know and everything was cool. Got stuck in traffic two more times in Everett. Fucking hell. Made it to work at 2. An hour late.

Saturday after work I went to Dave and Erin's and got shit-faced. Awesome times. Terry and I didn't get back to his house until 4am. Eff.

Why am I awake? Ugh. Last night I got off work at 8:20-ish, got gas, picked up some Blue Moon pumpkin ale and went home. Started watching Goldmember and chugged down half of one beer. Next thing I know, it's 6am and Terry's leaving for work. Ack. I don't even have to be to work until 3 today. Balls. I'm really not looking forward to closing. At all. Oh well. The upside of being up so early is that I can get super fancy today. Ya know, shower, shave, fight with my hair for an hour, etc. I might throw on the new heels. *GASP*

Face.