Went to a church festival at a big Catholic church in town last night. It was within walking distance from my friends' house, which is good as the festival consists of beer and gambling. I saw a lot of people I haven't seen in a long time. I never did ride the funslide, for which I am sad. I also never got any sugar waffles.
I spent the night at friends' house: they actually have my old bed that I gave them years ago when I had moved and didn't need it anymore, set up downstairs in their house. It was like having my own apartment with cable and my own bathroom.
Two dollar drafts, the cornerstone of any church festival.
