aglaya

Yesterday, I almost felt like I was in New Orleans, without even having to leave Milledgeville. I headed over to the Sweetwater Festival at about 5:00 to celebrate drinking in the fucking streets! This, coupled with showcasing some jam bands (which I was going to say were awful, but I don't have to, jam bands are awful by definition), was the entire point of the Sweetwater Festival. It was much fun. I basically hung out with this guy I'm interested in and drank beer for 6 hours. We went in to one of the bars for awhile to watch the football game because apparently Tennessee is evil. Not the whole state, just the team. Due to this fact, it was very important for Notre Dame to win, which they did. Yay for them. Charlie also taught me something about threee different ranking systems and only 25 teams having numbers and some other stuff that I probably would've forgotten even if I'd been sober. Anyway, it was a good time, and when I woke up this afternoon, my breath smelled like dirty diapers.
Also, Sweetwater Blue is hella good.