I was at the Ship tonight, and I honestly had only had one beer at this point. This girl at the next table starts chatting up my and my friend (who's persian), asks him his nationality (turns out she speaks Farsi as well). Anyways, she asks me my nationality, I tell her I'm third-generation Canadian, and she starts ranting about how I can't say that because I'm not a native Canadian. This goes on for a bit, she asks me my ancestry. I'm tired of her, so I politely but pointedly tell her it's none of her business.
I swear she was going to take a swing at me, luckily her boyfriend intervened. I've never been in a bar fight before, so I was surprised at how tonight went.
Anyways, I'm home now and 1.5 rum and cokes towards bedtime....
Tale of intoxication My friends and I ate some mushrooms at the campgrounds just before leaving for the festival on the Friday. After walking through the security I realized I had a mushroom behind my ear (they were small, red and really good). We met up with the rest of our group at our usual spot and noticed we were missing someone. It turned out she laid down for a nap and none of us woke her up before we left. In the end one of our friends couldn't handle the mushrooms and wandered back to his tent for some alone time (unannounced). Eventually she woke up saw our other buddy tripping out in his tent and they both headed back to the festival. I guess he told security he was tripping balls before and couldn't handle it but now was ok and just started walking through the gates. No one stopped him.