Grand Old Day

So far today has been the ultimate of lazy... sleeping in until 10, taking forever in the shower, and then throwing an internal fit due to the constant struggle of poor self image. I often wonder if it will ever go away... when I look in the mirror why is it that I only see flaws and things about my appearance that I hate? If only I had 10 grand and a good plastic surgeon... but even then would I look at myself different? Or would I continue to pick my appearance apart? Probably the latter. I know it’s an internal thing, and one that my sisters and I have constantly struggled with for the majority of our lives... but where is it coming from? What is the root cause? I’m in a total psycho-analyzation state right now and want answers dammit! I want better self esteem and self confidence, but I always run into these nasty internal road blocks. Gross.

In other news, yesterday was a blast. I was not expecting to have as much fun as I actually had. I woke up feeling very sub-par due to the mixture of drinks the night before, and was anticipating dragging all day long. I went to Woodland Hills Church with Dan, Dani and CJ, and despite fighting the urge to fall asleep, heard a great sermon on the prodigal from Greg Boyd. I then headed to Grand Old Day festival, where I expected to see a small community street fair that I would be bored with in a matter of an hour. I got there before my cousin, and parked near the west end of the fair, but had no clue that it was an ‘end’. Due to the crest of a hill, I thought that the ‘west end’ was the entire festival, and it was just what I had expected... not that big, a high school jazz band playing, some art booths, some food, and a few thousand people. I met up with Victoria and her boyfriend Dan, and we started walking around. We all thought that we had seen most of what there was to see, until we reached the other side of the crest... where to my amazement, the street fair kept on going... and going, and going, and going. In fact, none of us could see an end, and we could see for probably a mile down the road! I was blown away to say the least. Come to find out, the street fair covered about a mile and a half of road, there was about a dozen live concerts, beer gardens everywhere, every type of food imaginable, and close to a quarter of a million people. It was crazy, but so much fun.
After that, we went to a local neighborhood pub called the Blue Door, which supposedly bragged the best burger in the twin cities. Due to no more than 600 square feet of seating space, we put our names on a list, and waited patiently for almost a hour before being seated. At this point I was thinking that the burger had better be made out of gold to make the wait worth it. It was... hands down the best burger I have ever had. Writing about it is making my crave one right now actually... Speaking of food, I think I need to go make something to eat.