It was also supposed to be Eugene, Stef and I going on our long-planned Oktober Fest in Alpine Village in Torrance. Went to the gym. But then got a last second voicemail from Eugene saying that he has to cancel, Stef is sick, has to take care of her, blah, blah, blah. But it was so last second that I couldn't catch Richard (not to be confused with DJ Rich) in time to hitch a ride with him.
And it fucked with my mommy's plans as well. My mommy went to the Birthday party of my dad's friend's mommy. Had I gone with her, she would've called in sick from work and stayed at the party. But because I was supposed to go elsewhere, she didn't call in sick, went to the party alone for a few minutes, then rushed to work.
That deadbeat of an FMA instructor had to reschedule training to tomorrow, using the excuse that I didn't confirm if the change from 10:00AM to 11:00AM this morning was ok. Of course it's ok! Saturday morning = sleeping in if possible. Duh!
But there was an Oktober Fest in Montrose, a.k.a. "Walmart Oktober Fest" (I made up that term myself). Invited Dave and got him to drive so that I can get wasted.
German beer.
German beer again. Yes, my shirt says: Just Give Me The Damn Candy.
Turkey dog, Bratwurst, and German beer.
Eating. Don't bother me.
But before it's over, I NEED to hit up the real Oktober Fest in Alpine Village in Torrance.
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