|Baldricks Big Day Out, and Mats non-existant Make Out
||[Feb. 25th, 2007|09:16 pm]
Yesterday I dragged my family to the Stratford Medieval Festival. My expectations were high, my esteem was low. It got even lower when my mate's little sister appeared and oozed that they'd given Serenity (my chick that was living with them) away. My reply was "Well shit a brick. Who'd have thought. I'd never have been told if it weren't for you, Estella". Her Mum's rection involved following me around and telling me how if I was a bit nicer to people, maybe I'd have friends. Thanks, Mrs Van Der Lee. Turns out, the most medieval thing about the place was a guy running round dressed as a hunchback. The best thing was a stiltwalker with long black braids, multiple peircings and a Slipknot t-shirt on. I took a few too many photos of him. I think by the end he was paranoid I was stalking him. There was a tiny wee lass toddling round holding a turnip. And a woman with an extremely fat black daschund with tits that dragged the ground. And she looked just like her dog. The moment I figure out how to post pics I will. Somebody smart and nice should show me how to.
I developed 100 free V2V minutes on my phone. Called my mate Mat last night. Him and his buddies were drinking. I was put on speakerphone and asked many questions about whether I'd make out with any, all, or none of them (I said all) and in what order ( I said Mat (I wish), then in order of hair length). Poor Mat could be heard in the background going "That's my friend Lou and I love her dearly so stop being such idiots!". Mat's a sweetie. And super muscly.
In other news, I miss Brendan.