BEP

Yesterday, I saw the Black Eyed Peas in concert in Minot, North Dakota. I had seen them before, but this concert was a lot different than the concert in Minneapolis. This was a concert to raise money for the city of Minot. It was a nice concert, it was nice to see a band as big as the BEP lend a helping hand to my state. The lead singer of the group is married to a guy from Minot. All of the funds raised from the concert went to the city. Really cool.

Although, I had fun, I was again the "sober" girl. I had one person ask me over and over again---wait not ask me, but tell me-- I wasn't having fun because I wasn't total wasted. PEOPLE I have fun, just because I don't drink doesn't mean you have to sip your beers and look at me with eyes that read, "you must be so jealous of me right now, because I am getting messed up!" Actually, I don't miss getting out of control. I am glad I don't stand on chairs and scream random things at people. I have control over every situation I am in. Basically, now I control if and when I am going to stand on a chair and yell, which by the way I still do, but I AM doing it, not "Donna" (the name I gave to drunk Sarah). Of course I get jealous---that I am not also enjoying an adult beverage. The culture (especially in NoDak) is the more you drink--the better. It is not this way with every individuals within the state of ND... I understand that, but for a variety of people this is normal behavior, and I accept it. I was offered a beer today out at the lake. I told the person no, I don't...drink. "Oh you must have to drive home." "Well, yes, but I don't drink....ever." Followed by a look, like I suddenly had grown a gigantic horn on the top of my head. I did get pissed after the BEP concert; because I couldn't find away out of the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. I had parked by the Holiday Inn and took a wrong turn which somehow led me into the hotel's parking lot. For the love of God, I could not find an escape route. I had my good friend sitting in the passenger seat, shouting directions at me, and I did have to stop the car and yell at her a few times. It was like a bad dream--driving around that hotel parking lot, I found a cop and I rolled down my window, I asked " how do I get out of this parking lot, all of the entrances are blocked off, and I don't even know how I got into this parking lot?" The cop (JERK) said " You are not supposed to be in this parking lot!" And the jerk told me to drive off of a big stupid curb. I rolled up my window, and zoomed away, frantically following another vehicle out of the parking lot. I got out. One of the girls in the car yelled, "Get me out of the car!" It's times like these, I wish I was liquored up, sitting in the back seat, not really understanding what is going on. It was a fun trip beside the side trip that took place in a parking lot. Now, to my homework. I start work on Tuesday. I'm excited ....I think.