Fall, its one of those great seasons where there is change, the leaves start to change color, baseball is ending, football starting and the air getting a little cooler. Well, in a perfect world it would be like that; but in Baltimore, we don’t really get a fall, it stays hot until about mid november…I’m thinking its because of global warming, but thats just me. Another thing the fall season brings us; the start of some great festivals in the city. One of them would be the Street Beat festival in Fed Hill. Local venders come out, local bands, and best of all…there is a LARGE beer truck with MASSIVE cups to serve them in. But I am getting a head of myself here.
Before the beer from the wonderful beer trucks, there was brunch and pre-gaming at a friend’s house. Any way we could save some dollars works best for us. We played some rounds of drinking catchphrase (really…its fun game I suggest you all play it), ate some pancakes, drank some beer and some gin from the gin bucket; another great invention we came up with. Well, we were sitting on stools chatting, drinking, eating, drinking, laughing, drinking (see a theme?); and I would like to point out again that it is UBER hot out and I was wearing capri pants made of material that should never be made into clothing worn in the hot weather. Because, ANY kind of moisture shows up on these pants. And I am hot by nature, so sitting on a stool, in a hot house, I began to sweat…and I got a sweaty bum. No big deal right? WRONG! When we all decided to go to the festival I stood up and looked at my backside and saw a HUGE wet mark…like most embarassing sweat stain EVER. I went to my roommate to see if it was as bad as I thought. All I got in response was laughter, obviously this would be an issue. My roommate agreed to walk back to our house with me so I could change and, being the good friend she is, would walk behind me so that no one would really see my sweaty bum.
So for 4 blocks I heard nothing but my roommate’s laughter coming from behind me…THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT! We get home, I just shower and put on a dress, NOT made of that god awful fabric of those pants. Dresses are great in the summer, they breath, they don’t touch you…perfection. I’m ready to go…off to street beat!
I’m glad we pregamed before because I had absolutely no money for beers or anything for that matter. But my friends came through and just bought a whole bunch of beer tickets and handed them out to us. Yay big beers.
Fast forward to about 3 hours later. I went to my friend’s apartment to use the bathroom, she lived right by the main street and left her place open for us to beat the heat and use the potty. Well…I walk in to my friend, we’ll call her Sarah, laying on her bed, with her legs up in the air, pants half-way down her legs and my other friend…Owen his name will be…pulling the pants off. My friend Sarah was yelling “Harder! Do it harder!” I almost peed myself laughing so hard. Apparently, Sarah’s back went out and she couldn’t get out of her pants to go to the bathroom, and Owen came in when she was crying in pain, so he helped her. Still cracks me up.
The rest of the day went by in a drunken blur and ended with a mass text from Sarah, “Who ate the hot dog that was sitting in the pot for like 3 days?”
Did we ever find out? The world will never know.