July 3, 2005

  • So Friday night I went over to Jen's house, and we went to her neighbor's house and drank. I got kinda drunk, but I was alright. I spent the night at her house, didn't go to sleep until about 1:30 or so. Then yesterday me, my dad, and Melissa went to the Taste of MN. Everything was going good until my dad drank too much. He's such an asshole when he drinks too much. I wished they hadn't started drinking, but I didn't say anything cuz I knew my dad would've drank anyway. He thinks he can control himself, but he can't. He always says that he doesn't drink by himself, he only drinks with other people. Ya, but you have to know how to control yourself. He doesn't know when to stop, he doesn't know boundries when he's drinking. Besides, once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. We saw 2 people play at the KQ (92 KQRS, our classic rock station) mainstage. Some Wyatt guy or something, I don't remember his name, then the headliner was Dennis something or other from Styx, hence my sudden switch to classic rock..... I got a henna tattoo, a bracelet on my wrist. Melissa got the same one. After the concerts, me and Melissa agreed that my dad was too drunk to stay, so we coaxed him into leaving Harriet Island, and on the trolley on the way back to the parking ramp, there was this woman who got scared of my dad....I'm not sure why. Then we went Perkins because everyone was starving and had to pee really bad and my dad needed some food in him to absorb the alcohol, although he didn't think so. I was so pissed at him, omg. And he kept trying to touch Melissa, even though she's with someone else, and all the time I kept thinking he was such a fucking loser. The poor watress at Perkins probably thought he was the biggest jerk. And I said, I would never be a waitress and my dad asked me why, and I said I'd hate to have to deal with people like him....he gave me a dirty look, but I was telling the truth.....


    Anyway, I hate my dad right now.......