the thin line between optimism and delusion…

So I have spent the last five days in fantasy land, all in the comfort of my own town. One week out of the year, the whole town of Augusta stops, and turns into fantasy land. it is really fun, very disruptive, and one huge, week-long party. I got home wednesday, Kate, my mom, had already had a couple Azaleas (Lemonade, cherry juice, and vodka)(best lemonade ever) while she was at the par three, and she was ready for us to go party. so we went over to Dale(Kate’s best friend) and Buzzy’s house, which we like to call Nalley-Land, because they have the coolest house ever, and drank wine in the garden with my aunt and uncle, Howard and Jan, and then we ate Lamb and twice baked potatos and sugar-snap peas, then continued drinking.

I learned things I never wanted to know and I’m never hanging out with my parents and their friends by myself anymore, because they think they are teenagers. then we sat on the front porch and watched all the Exxon employees who were sent to augusta a day early to get everything ready for the big dog Exxon people, we watched the lower employees have a huge party before the bosses got there. Then I drove my parents home. Once home, Bella head-butted me, busting my lip open and almost knocking out one of my front teeth. lucky I was a little tipsy, so i didn’t start crying, I passed out.

Thursday, I went out to the tournament with Kate, Howard, Daddy(Trav), Dale and Buzzy, and we ate lunch under the umbrellas at the clubhouse and drank Azaleas. then we walked the course some, but got worried about the rain, and ended up leaving around 3 because it started to rain. Got home, finished cleaning my room, and waited on Elizabeth and Allison to get to my house.

My parents were rushing around, because they were suppose to be at Nalley Land so they could get picked up by the shuttle Howard had set up to take them all out to the National to eat dinner. Allison and Elizabeth showed up right before they left. Trav told me right before he left that if we wanted to go see the American Idols at the Mojeska (this weird, cool bar that is in a building downtown that Trav owns) if we wanted to, so we called Michael (the owner of the bar) and got on the guest list.

A and E and I drank a bottle of champagne while getting dressed and then hit up a few parties before going to the Mojeska, where we danced and missed the American Idols (they left ten minutes before we got there), Libby met us there, and then went to the soul bar to hear the local jam band, Red Belly, and hang out with all the people I knew in high school and college and can’t remember their names, and to be picked up by 35 year olds in town for the tournament who have no idea that a beer only cost $2.50, and can’t believe that they can buy us all drinks and not even spend any money. I think we walked away with $20, and got to drink for free all night.

Back home, we raided the refrigerator until 3 in the morning and laughed. the play-by-play of the rest of the week will have to wait until later……