Yesterday I went to Long Beach where a couple of my friends have a house. Unfortunately it was Irishfest, I don't get it. I don't get festivals that celebrate being something. Its like we have to find something to celebrate all the time. And being there made me realize one thing, I'm even more proud that I'm not Irish. I mean come on, what kind of a nation almost goes extinct because there is a potato famine. Don't get me wrong, I love potatoes also. I like them fried,baked and sweet but to die because I can't have them? I think I would have been able to eat beef or any other meat product for the time being. Also they have the worst European accent. Only good thing that came out of Ireland is U2 and they suck now. Hey, the Irish did build the Titanic and look what happened to that.
But this isn't the point of the blog, At the Irishfest they had one of those stands where you can throw ping pong balls in fish bowls and win a gold fish. 2 dollars for 12 ping pong balls, which I think is a pretty good deal. So I'm throwing my ping pong balls and on my second to last one I get one it, but since the universe is against me, a little 7 yr old girl at the exact same time threw hers and she screamed and thought hers went in. I politely told her and her father that she was mistaken but she screaming like crazy, so my point didn't really come across. So they gave her my fish, but what made me mad was the fact that no one realized I made it in, not even her father, and I find that hard to believe. So now somewhere my fish is swimming in the bedroom of a 7 yr old girls room. Whatever, the fish will probably die soon and teach her a good lesson about death.
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