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I had a blast at the Irish Fest yesterday. Got to go out and drink and peruse pretty art-stands and see Irish Dog Breeds. Then Flogging Molly hit up the main stage and played a great concert. I make "dream set-lists" before every concert I go to, and I told myself before this one that if I heard Drunken Lullabies, Devil's Dance Floor, and What's Left of the Flag that I would be thrilled and they played all three. Yay!

As we were attempting to find JMShearer to hang out with his group for the concert some super drunk lady dropped her beer (I watched her drop it!) then started shouting at my BF about how he owed her tokens because he purposefully knocked her beer out of her hands and how HE was a drunken asshole. Now, I get really cranky when I am hot and sweaty. Jon is apologizing and being all sweet and explaining how he isn't drunk and we're out of tokens otherwise we'd give her some. I'm finally tired of her shit, and she is following us still shouting. So, finally I turn around and go "Listen lady, fuck off. Everyone here is being awesome and you are being a mega-bitch. Leave us the fuck alone!" And I grab Jon by the hand and start mashing through the crowd while she is still standing there shouting about getting her husband and teaching us manners. So, Jon and I sneak off into a big group of people and watch our backs while psuedo-hiding for the first 20 minutes of the show until we realize that we've lost her and she's not coming back. It's been a LONG time since I've punched someone and really didn't feel like getting kicked out of the concert.

Today, Jon and I both woke up feeling crappy...like we're coming down with the worst kind of cold ever. So, I decided I need to make us soups. I currently have homemade French Onion on the stove simmering. I keep sticking my face over the pot and going "Nom, nom, nom, nom...." But I'm waiting to eat until it has reached it's peak of flavor-blending. Next up is the Cheddar Baked Potato soup. Then I MAY do ham & bean...we'll see how late it is and how I feel. The Potato soup takes a long time. Man, I LOVE cooking. I also love cooking massive quantities and freezing it so on nights when I'm tired from work I can just pull something out of the freezer. I'm so domestic that it's scary.

Oh! And speaking of being so domestic...we got our August mortgage bill and I looked at it and went "what the?..." Our Private Mortgage Insurance is done! YAY!!! Our mortgage is much cheaper now!! I guess after a couple years of on-time payments the bank realizes you aren't going to run and drops the mortgage insurance. I don't know much about how that works and why we had to pay it in the first place, but I am glad it's gone.

My best friend in the world is asking his girlfriend to marry him on Saturday...in Napa Valley...during a hot-air balloon ride. I am so freaking excited about it, that you would think it's my own engagement. She is gorgeous and smart and fun and really his perfect "dream-girl". And for me to say that, it's a small miracle, because I am SO protective of my guy-friends. She is one of those people that I can spend an entire weekend with and still adore at the end, and I can say that about a lot of guys I know, but I can't say that about many women. Ok...I'll be done gushing now.

TIme to go make some more soup! Nom, nom, nom, nom....