So, this last weekend I went up to a wedding in Gregory, South Dakota, with my sister, her husband, and my nephew. It was a 4 hour drive. We had to drive the limo all the way up there. Needless to say, I read too much Stephen King on the way. We stayed at the bride and groom’s house. They live in St. Charles. St. Charles has a population of a whopping 5 people. It’s booming right? Anyways, the wedding was cute. The best part was there was a guy there. Who was totally hipster. It was amazing. A hipster. A very hot hipster. HIPSTER! In Bum Fucked Egypt, South Dakota. I almost died. He. Was. Awesome. I talked to him after at the reception. He ended up being 24. :( And he lived in Minnesota. :( And everyone (meaning stupid, dumbass, drunk rednecks) thought he was gay. He wasn’t. (: We talked the entire time I was there. His voice was orgasmic. Haha, and his laugh was hilarious. His tatoos had awesome stories, and he was overall awesome. But anyways then I had to go babysit my nephew. And I didn’t get his number. And he doesn’t have Facebook. D: Oh well, life goes on. I’ll remember him at least. Haha. (: The next morning we bought illegal fireworks, then headed back to Bum Fucked Egypt, Nebraska. I didn’t even have time to shower for the concert that I went to. By the way, that concert was Gary Allen. :D He was my childhood crush. I may not listen to country music now, but I still remember every word of those dumb songs. I met a guy there too. He lives semi-close to me. He wasn’t hipster though. Or 24. Haha. But I did get his number. He seems nice so that’s good. Haha. And now I’m just glad I’m not busy anymore. (: That’s my busy weekend. Haha, hopefully I won’t have another one of those for quite a while. I think I shall go shower now. I smell.