absolutely. no. regrets.

This weekend is the annual Virginia-Highland Summerfest (don't say Virginia Highlands because its not PLURAL!!!). As many of you know, I'm pretty wary of summer festivals and I have my loser ex-boyfriend, Steven, to thank for that. Thanks, Steven. He made me cry at every one we went to. VaHi Summerfest was no different. Unfortunately, I also met Steven Summerfest weekend.

Four or five years ago (I don't really care to be exact), I met him out at Dark Horse Tavern - just down the street from where he used to and I currently live. He was wearing this god awful blue and white Hawaiian shirt and I said something bitchy about it behind his back. Or so I thought - because he turned around and smiled at me. Don't we all remember the beginning of the end this well? Anyway... that night we ate a lovely late night meal at the Majestic (gross.) and he lured me to his apartment (where I currently live, same building, other side of the hall) with promises of watching The Incredibles. We never watched the movie. 

The next day, Cokehead, our friend Jay, and I went to Summerfest where we ran into him wearing his kilt. Drunk. Always drunk. I remember it like it was yesterday. Wasn't it? Ugh.... 

It's been years since that day. I really need to push this shit out of my head! So my point in writing this post is that I don't regret meeting Steven. I wouldn't take anything I've ever done back. It happened so I'd learn how to spot bad men. While I've forced myself since him to go to the Atlanta summer neighborhood festivals I've never really learned to let go of the bad memories... and there are plenty. I actually try to avoid them. This year is no different. 

So instead, my friends and I are camping out this weekend and going down the river! Lola is officially on mountain time. 

I hope you have a fabulous weekend!

x

Lola