I past my test with flying colors!

Last night was German American Festival, which I go to every year with my good friend Andrea and assorted guests. This was my first year going as a non-smoker (can I call myself that if it's only been 2 weeks?) and also my first night out drinking without smoking. This is usually how it goes when I'm trying to quit smoking: I go out with the best of intentions, have a few drinks, have someone light up near me, and I end up bumming a smoke. So last night I was bound and determined not to let the drink persuade me, and it didn't. Shane was there and smoking and I didn't even want to ask for one. Does this mean I'm cured? It definately makes this time different and that's got to be a good thing. It makes me feel more confidant that I'm quitting for good this time.

So on to the hoopla that is the GAF. I got off work early, around 8:15 and went to Lynzie's house. I followed her to the festival, but on the way there a crazy, cracked out old dude in a pick-up truck backed into her at a red light. To make a long story very short he was nuts, I cussed him out, the cops came, there's was nothing wrong with their cars, so we left. So we didn't get there until 9:25 and you can only buy beer until 11, so you do the math. Andrea and Paul were already drunk and I had to catch up, which I did. So when we left I thought I knew where I parked, but it turns out the whole damn field pretty much looks the same and the fact that I knew I was parked under and light didn't help since there were like 30 lights. So I had to wait for the cars to thin out to find mine, meanwhile I waited with this guy who couldn't find his car either and was old enough to be my dad and gave me his card to call him when I finally left, which I threw out the window, ew. Then I went to Bretz, which is a gay bar for those of you not hip to the gay scene in Toledo, and the only straight guy there (I'm assuming he was the only straight guy there) had to hit on me. What's up with that? I must have been exuding phermones last night or something. So I didn't get home until almost 4am, which in Holly World is extremely late and I'm not sure how I stayed awake so long, but it was good fun. I think what draws me to the GAF is the tradition and nostalgia of it. It makes me feel young.

So tonight I'm off to Rochester Hills, MI to see Tori Amos. I couldn't tell you how many times I've seen her, at least 10, probably more, but everytime is exciting and I can't hardly wait. I'll let you know how much it rocked tomorrow. Peace out.