Hey-noney-noney and a hot-cha-cha! (If you are too young to get that Little Rascals reference you should just die right now!)

Woke up this morning and my sinus headache was finally gone! WooHoo!! I had the fucker for three days and it was driving my nuts. I got it Wednesday night and all day Thursday and Friday my right eye just throbbed, it felt like someone had hit me in the back of the neck with a baseball bat, and I was dizzy as all hell! I fucking hate sinus headaches. I used to get them all the time up until a year ago when I started to use a CPAP machine to help my Sleep Apnea. I thought I had gotten rid of them for good, but this week proved me wrong. Oh well, it could be worse I guess…I could be pregnant!

I must have gotten the stupid headache from sitting outside in the cold and damp air on Wednesday nite. Erica asked Robin and I to go watch her latest boyfriend/friend/fuck buddy/internet hookup/boytoy…hell I don’t know what to call the dude…anyway, his band was playing in the battle of the bands at the Orleans County Fair. It should have been called the battle of the shitty bands and the prize should have went to the band that made your ears bleed the least. It was brutal!

Although the bands sucked a great big gigantic cock, we had a blast sitting there goofing on them and just having fun the way good friends can do even though there is nothing special happening.

We started off the nite with a trip to the food court. I could see all the venders eyes widen and fill with dollars signs the minute they saw me. A 500lb. man buying his dinner at your food cart could easily pay for your kid to go to college for a year so they were all trying to entice me to buy food at their booth. Little did they know I just ate a bunch of Chicken McNuggets and 2 iced coffees before I had arrived.

We walked up one side of the food court and then turned around and walked back the other side because the girls couldn’t make up their minds as to what they wanted to eat. It was quite amusing to watch the venders as I approached their individual boothes. Their eyes would widen with glee which then turned into a look of ecstacy as we stopped and discussed if we wanted anything, only to be replaced by a look of utter disappointment as we walked on by and headed to the next food cart.

We eventually got some food at a little lunch counter that was situated right near the grand stands. I got me a bacon cheeseburger and some mozzeralla sticks and Robin got herself some french fries and then we headed over to get us a seat before it got too crowded. My biggest fear all day was that there would be old rickety beachers and that I would sit down and get stuck and at the end of the night ten men would need to help me up and the whole crowd would see…not to mention the local paper would take a picture and run the story on the front page with the headline “Fat Man Rescued From Bleachers”. See, you don’t know the TV news and Newspapers in this part of VT. They have no actual news to report so if a cow farts it makes the front page.

Anyway, the Grand Stand was a huge old structure made out of wood but it was solid as a rock and there was plenty of room to sit and relax and not worry about my fat ass getting stuck or possibly even breaking a bench. We had to sit there while they called out the numbers of people’s tickets for some stupid lottery in which the grand prize was a kids bike…it seemed like they called out numbers for an hour before someone actually had a winning number..what a fucking bore!!!

Then finally the bands were gonna play. We got some good and bad news. The good news being there were only 3 bands, the bad news being that each band got a half an hour to play and the band Erica wanted us to see was on last…the things you do for good friends. Anyway, the bands played, they sucked, we had a great ass time being goof balls and ripping on the bands, it got dark, it got late, we all got tired, I got a sinus headache, I dropped off Erica, then I dropped off Robin, then I headed home and practically passed out in my bed.

All and all, except for the sinus headache part, we all had a really great time. Yet another adventure to add to our already long list of adventures. And the moral of the story is…if you read other people’s blogs you will get bored to death. Turn off your computer and go out into the real world and get a life!!