Her town is small, and in the country, and very much what I picture the states being like. Lots of trucks, lots of camouflage, and lots of drinking.
We drank in our other coworkers garage Friday night for most of the night, which was really fun and relaxing. I was super drunk, but it's okay. I deserve it. This is my last weekend of drinking.
Dan, the owner of said garage, decided that I would really like his friend and took it upon himself (and later Shannon joined) to hook me up. The guy is 20, yes again a 20 year old... No thank you. But he's nice enough, sort of quiet and not so funny really. He's also just so country. I mean seriously, so country. Dan constantly made suggestive comments of us getting together, which was embarrassing and also hilarious.
Saturday we ran errands with Shannon's mom and headed to the beer tent in the evening. The beer tent is basically the main attraction once you are over the age of nineteen, apparently. This night was my favourite. At first, sober and without many people I really knew, it was awkward and I was feeling some anxiety. But as the night progressed and people drank more alcohol, we all became good friends by the end of the night.
I don't drink beer but felt I needed one for this picture. So I literally asked a complete stranger if I could borrow his beer.
This is a fun group selfie. The guy above my head is the one Dan tried to set me up with. This morning I went to church with the boys in this photo. That was awkward and I'm surprised I really did it. Also, sort of dangerous maybe?? I don't know. Small town problems?? Church was nice though. I miss it a lot, and I want to get back into it. The only problem is I know there's going to be something said that I don't agree with and want to give it a rest. I need to find a church that is for me and had a good doctrine.
So that sums up my weekend. There were many more good times inbetween everything.
Weekend was wonderful. Now I go to work in five hours which is super sad.
I'm looking forward to this weekend though!
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