the festival

we sit and observe the australian open final at 4:29am.
40-15 federer / 4-3 in the second. nadal up one match.

prior to san jose we reserved two seats in a private shuttle. the destination: "a festival." on this night, as planned, we took the shuttle to the festival. it was indeed a festival. similar to the Ex in toronto, the festival had rides, games, food and people. the only significant differences were: more beer, more meat, more clubs (of the dancing sort), and more stilettos. we spent the majority of our time at the bumpercars. i think the cars might be juiced up a little down here because a little girl got knocked out of one and possibly got crushed. she caused a big traffic jam that i couldnt get out of and that really pissed me off (she came out o.k.).

meat sticks were a dollar, so mat and i consumed a number of those.
i also ate: chocolate covered strawberries, 2 pieces of pizza, cotton candy and ice cream.

i really hate it when YMCA comes on, and what i hate more is when people do that dance to it. unnecessary. is that how you spell that?