Wasted

Well, yesterday evening I went to a Red-neck festival. It was supposedly a demolition derby...and it was the lamest, most boring thing I have experienced lately. It was held in Edgemont, which is a hick town that nobody wants to live in, because the water is radioactive (or something...). Everyone (of age) was drinking and smoking and swearing. Drunk red-necks are not pleasant. My brother was supposed to meet us at the concession stand at 9:30, but he didn't show up until 10:20. I would have liked to have left at about 8:30, or even earlier. Gah! What a waste of my life. At least I got a hotdog, a slush, and got to pet an albino headge-hog.

And to think I missed The Stargates for that. -_-