Street Fair (x2)

I went to the 4th Ave Street Fair twice this weekend. And I may have to go again today.

Highlights of Saturday(no photos, bein sur):

Pulled pork sandwich, which later turned out to be a serious low point in the day.

Nice walks

Interesting people watching (who saw the guy with the snake???)

Cute dogs

Bryce, the kid who set up a boombox and did the cutest little dance. I <3 Bryce.

And finally: the anti-abortion guy.

He set up his graphic pictures about fifteen feet from me. Seriously, his mistake. I was trying to stay out of the sun. For the first few minutes I just listened to him jabber on about the wrath of Christ and whatnot. My (pregnant) friend Kristina was watching me. Then he said it. What I had been waiting for. My in.

Abortion caused 9/11.

I lost it. Hysterical laughter. I yelled something back. Kristina lost it. "I was waiting for you to say something!" she said. Then we all got into it.

Abortion guy: These children have rights!

Me: Apparently their mothers don't.

Abortion guy: After 9/11, we went after those Muslim terrorists and we got them!

Me: Yep. Every last one of them. Muslims are no more.

AG: The death penalty and abortion are not the same thing. If you commit a murder you deserve to die!

Me (and this is what really makes me nuts, the misinterpretation of God's word): Read your Bible! ALL life is sacred, and EVERYONE is capable of redemption.

He actually did a pretty good job of ignoring me. Yolanda finally told him, "Go home, everyone here is having a good time!"

Then some really drunk dude came over and told me about how he was a POW in Afghanistan (???) and he moved heroin over the border. Also he grew medical marijuana in CA. He started telling me that he would give me a half ounce for free or something. I told him I don't smoke. He started pointing at me. Then he actually touched me with his finger. NOT OKAY.

I hate being touched.

By the time we shook him the abortion dude was gone. We decided to split too.

Walked back to University, piled in the car and went to Rosa's. Yummy soup. Then to let those crazy dogs out.

Other cat is finally gendered and named. HIS name is Yogi. I still call him Other Kitty.

I fell asleep at 8pm. Woke up at 10:30 pm really sick. EFF PULLED PORK! I layed on my bathroom floor and whimpered for about an hour then went back to bed. Woke up at 5 AM. Blogged.

Fin.