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Saturday, August 22, 2009

BatFest ’09

A funny thing happened the other day, I was having a completely shit day. A funny thing happened the other day; I had a completely marvelous day. I would like to create the exact same day inside of two different mindsets. Here is the blow by blow.

Woke up at the ass crack of dawn. Hung over. Drank shit store brand coffee with non-dairy creamer and cancer causing sweetner. Listened to horrible music and discussions about people I had never met for the better part of the drive to the park. Started running with a bunch of other over-privileged liberals with their three hundred dollar running shoes and dogs. Put “Rage Against the Machine” on to numb out the boring existence I was so haplessly leading.

I woke up to another glorious day in Austin. I had a bit of a headache from the previous evening festivities and took an Aleve. I walked downstairs to my loving girlfriend, her sister and their Aunt. We enjoyed a great cup of coffee. It was still dark as we discussed the public affairs. The park was busy and the running trail was full of hopeful runners and their determination. I wanted to see how fast I could make it, hoping to get to the end and provide water for the rest of the girls I was running with. Therefore, I listened to “Rage Against the Machine.”

Finished the run. Wanted to vomit. Waiting for everyone else to finish. Just want to get home and shower. When would it be too early to start drinking? What time was my landlord bringing her dog over for us to watch? Why did I want to do that again? Here comes the rest of the crew.

I finished my jog in my fastest time yet. I walked over to the water stand to replenish. I stretched and waited for the rest of the girls to finish. I couldn’t wait to get home as my landlord was bringing her dog over for the weekend.

They finally left. The dog finally stopped barking. Now I can drink in peace. I wonder what is on TV. Oh, that’s right we don’t have it because we wanted to be “active.” All I want is HBO and Shiner. Why does this little mutt keep barking at everything that walks by?

Bonnie, Grace and Aunt Nancy left for a girls’ day shopping. I had the house to myself with the little visitor from my landlord. Her name was “Princess” and she was black little dog. She laid right next to me as I contemplated what to do. Should I write or read? God, I love not having to worry about the temptation of television.

They’re back. The dog won’t keep quiet. Out of beer. Can not stay in this house another moment before I loose my mind. Off to downtown, hopefully there is something less depressing than my current existence. Batfest is going on; hopefully they have good music.

The girls returned with bags of stuff. They had a great time and were napping. I was done writing for the day and decided to head to Downtown to read. I sat under a tree outside of the shadow of the Capital and read. It was a little warm, but in a few months it would be a moment to relish the heat and not stay indoors away from it. Walked down Congress to check on Batfest.

Bike broke. Probably because I ran it into a wall last week. Whatever, I need a new one anyway, this one was depressing. Batfest sucked. It was hot, just people walking around and others selling shit. Walked about 2 miles with the broken bike with the hope to get it home and fix it. Who am I kidding, it is done. This whole day is done. Why the hell did I move to Austin?

My bike is really hard to pedal. It looks like the back tire is rubbing against the frame. I decided to leave Batfest early to get the bike home before dark. Didn’t want to risk making that walk at night, just to be safe. Kept my wristband on to ensure my re-entry as Batfest was very interesting. There were people in every direction. Kids playing and laughing. The sweet smell of lemonade and grilled meat in every direction. This is the reason I moved to Austin, happiness.

Batfest sucked, don’t worry about going. My bike broke. I need to go get beer. I hate this house. I hate my bike. I hate my car. I hate my life. I hate you.

I made it back home. The girls were all taking naps. I decided to try and work on the bike. I was unable to get it fixed and plan on taking it to a bike shop tomorrow. Plan on spending the evening at Batfest and enjoy some cooler weather and good music.

This is what we do to ourselves. This is how we react in situations. This is how we remember different memories. I do not truly remember what day was more accurate, but both of them happened.

Life is a series of memories. The story is up to me and the mood that I am in and who I am talking to.

Batfest was an interesting time. There were many people there. There was a Batman. There was a person with a snake around her heck. There were many people selling any type of arts and craft.

All I ask is that I allow myself to injest everyone in the same light. It is not the fault of anyone at Batfest that I was in a poor mood. Nor was it any one at Batfest’s actions that caused me to be in a bad mood.

Moral: Batfest is interesting. Bob Schneider is still awesome. Do not make anyone you interact with better or worse than they really are. Be honest with yourself and allow yourself to be wrong every once and a while.