Alcohol is overrated. I mean, why would you want to forget all the fun you have? My brother, in his blog-equivalent, talks about how much of a great weekend he had...and caps it off by saying he got totally plastered. Comedy...everything is funnier when you're drunk, but so is a dog pissing on itself. Then we tell all our friends so and so is totally funny, because they were when we were drunk. Parties...we lose our sense of balance when we drink, so dancing is more fun, and walking and driving are less fun, not a pretty trade off. Plus, when we drink, we no longer know how to talk quietly. Or we don't care. Which can get very annoying. Playing Games...I don't mean drinking games, but real games. Pool can be much more fun with a little alcohol. After all, you stop caring so much that you missed that crucial shot, or that you couldn't have made that crucial shot ever anyway. But how about archery, or axe throwing? Yah, that could get ugly real quick. All this doesn't even mention the death of brain cells. Yes, I didn't mind one bit not drinking at the renaissance festival this weekend. Highlights: the bratwurst was amazing, Arsene the comedian is amazing (he was one of the trainers for Cirque du Soleil, and during his show, he was hilarious, despite not saying a single word), I am badass at throwing axes (I hit the target with my first axe of the day, and later, I got three of my five axes to hit the target, and then I got my fifth battle axe to hit the target...and by hit the target, I mean I got it to hit the star and stick into the wood without falling off, so yah), Drew got the phone number of the girl working the paintball booth (speaking of which, alcohol makes you think it's a good idea to get phone numbers from girls, when you shouldn't be...for this (Drew's) situation, that was not the case...she'd be cool to hang out with, if she doesn't live too far away), fireworks are still too loud and bright and pollute the air and suck, I helped Ian's friend buy swords because he's not 18, but I was responsible and gave them to his dad, which is fine, because the two of them have a sword collection, and the Texas Renaissance Festival is lacking two very important lucrative industries: elf ears, and bows. No elf ears, anywhere, at all, and only one shop that sells crappy bows. I got sooo many compliments on my bow, that I wish I could track down the guy I bought it from and thank him again, but I don't think I'll be at too many SCA events in Ohio. Anyone making and selling hand-crafted bows could make a fortune down here. And, if I had the money, I now know exactly what I would buy for my period costume. cloak, jerkin, shirt, and arrows [laughs] (yes, I have a bow and no arrows). Whatever, enough blogging for tonight.