Normally, Jillian and I are excellent communicators – especially with eachother. While I may be more interested in the minute details of every plan we make, Jillan and I are both equally adept at planning and communicating said plan with eachother.
Saturday at the Beer Festival was an entirely different story – clearly with the amount of Beer and Sunshine we were consuming, our ability to communicate in general practically vanished.
For your reading pleasure – a series of texts mostly aimed at trying to locate eachother on the Festival grounds: (spelling and grammar mistakes left in tact!)
Nancy: R U here?!
Jillian: Yes amazing
Jillian: R u in the beer mrkt?
Nancy: Mo at mill street
Jillian: Key tont it
Jillian: Keystine but now yeloow tents
Nancy: And now?!
Nancy: Ou est tu?!
Jillian: We are at the oldest brewery
Nancy: We r here too!!!
Jillian: Oyster boy booth 53
Nancy: Where is that????
I believe we both made some solid effort to locate eachother (although we did see eachother several times thoughout this thread) – but I think the funniest part is that our sobriety seems to flip flop. Jillian clearly struggled with the keypad at the beginning of the day, but then found her strength and even told me the tent number (pshh.. who uses that map anyway!?). Whereas I seemed to lose my way later in the day.
Gotta love Beer Fest!