I’m not smart, I’m cute.

The last time I saw FatGirl he got to see a very special part of me that he probably did not want to see. Not on purpose – sometimes special gifts like that just happen.

Tree and I had been planning on going to She & Him for several weeks and decided it would be nice to have a little sushi and sake beforehand. Luckily, for us, FatGirl graced us with his presence. FatGirl and I decided to do wasabi shots and we were disappointed they weren’t as hot as we had hoped they would be. A ‘finding’ we were used to, having been on one or two blind dates before.

After filling our bellies with Japanese goodness, yes That’s Not Chinese, it was actually not Chinese, we made our way to the park and the concert. Just as we were approaching the park both Tree and FatGirl spotted a very handsome man and one (or both) declared, “Hello! I’m interested in pulling his hair later.” Once inside the park, Tree was quickly bothered by the crowd, “I’m probably going to get in a fight tonight and it’s probably going to be with a girl. I can’t stand those big bags they carry around.”

We had met up with The Leaver and QuQueen who had found an elite spot left of the stage. The Leaver is a lot like Tree in that she does not like crowds, nor does she like sand in her crack. Apparently they were eating on the side of the park when some sand went down her pants – didn’t ask for further details because the situation had clearly already caused enough stress for her.  Within about twenty minutes of hanging out with the girls they opted to leave. About two minutes later, after being insulted by comments such as, “Who is this band?” and “Do you know any of these songs?” we left our elite left of stage spot for the beer and wine tent. We were a bit confused about the exit/entry on the tent so I asked Tree if he understood the process and he replied, “I’m not smart, I’m cute.” We finally figured it out only to learn wine was $6/glass and ‘poured’ out of a box. Tree did not like this at all. FatGirl and I, however, were good with it. “I like things in a box,” said FatGirl. Then he giggled and said, “Well, not really.”

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