My Redneck Weekend

So my husband went to a corvette show on Saturday. I had the kids all that day. I had been invited by my neighbors to a tattoo party. I think a tattoo here and then can be cute but too much is not attractive. I make up my mind to get a tattoo. Being the computer geek that I am, I thinking something along the lines of a floppy disk (I am just kidding. I would never put a floppy disk on my body; it would have to be a motherboard – ha ha).

Anyway the wait was 8 hours. So I head out and take my kids over to a birthday party at another neighborhood. I had planned to go back to get a tattoo, but then my dad called and wanted to go to the Octoberfest downtown (yes, I know it is only August; we party early up here in the hills).  Dad and I met up with my uncle and proceeded to down several pitchers of Oktoberfest beer. Well we soon came to the realization that none of us could drive. So we called my mom and she picked us up.

However, when I got home my hubby was at the tattoo party (now this party had been going on for 9 hours at this point). I grab my pitbull (because all rednecks own a pitbull) and she and I walk over to the tattoo party. My name is still on this, but four people were still ahead of me. At this rate I’d be getting a tattoo at four in the morning, Anyway, I left before it was my turn. So I am ink free.

Went back to the festival today. They stuck us in the section where you pour beer. That was probably not the wisest move for them. In between “sampling” we served the beer and made fun of the rednecks that ordered Coors Lite. Honestly, who comes to a German festival and orders Coors Lite. We worked for a few hours then Red came up and we hung out.

Our kids met and played. My hubby took the troops around in his corvette, with the newly suped up exhaust. I grilled out and we drank beer. Yeehaw.