So.. on Thursday I ended up going salsa dancing because I'm retarded and I need to invest in one of those little planners (I just can't bring myself to do it).
But let me tell you.. I've never had so much fun in San Diego... dare I say it rivaled Vegas.
I finally found my kind of dancing. It just feels natural. Even today, I still have a little buzz from how much fun it was. I can't stop listening to the Gipsy Kings! And there were so many people there! It was awesome.
Jenn didn't like it, though. Not only is it not really her bag, but she doesn't like to dance with strangers that are not up to par in the looks department. Maybe it is to my discredit, but as long as they're not groping me, they're nice, they can relax and have a good time and they dance well, I don't care what they look like. So, I danced with a lot of short Mexican guys - but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Surprisingly, some of the best looking guys were the WORST dancers. Including Mr. Potential Schmuck from class - who happens to be a mild version of a full-fledged schmuckeroo. It happens.
What came first - the fraternity or the asshole?
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In a sort of segue, at work I have a semi-regular customer named Francisco: a little old Mexican man who is probably one of the sweetest guys in the world. At the end of summer, I didn't see him for a while, and I assumed it was because we discontinued his favorite drink. But when he came back in January, it was obvious that he was recovering from a stroke. He always greets me with, "Mi amor."
Yesterday, he came into work with a bouquet of flowers and some strawberries for me, and I bought his drink for him. I think we both almost cried. I'm just afraid that his end is drawing near - I hope not soon.
I'm already afraid that one of my other customers (also an old man) kicked or hurt himself, becuase I haven't seen him in a long time. That guy is sort of a little old pervert, so I miss him in a different way.
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So.. laundry time. I cannot wait to be out of undergrad. And I especially can't wait for summer. And new ink. Jeez louise. Will I ever live in the present?
But let me tell you.. I've never had so much fun in San Diego... dare I say it rivaled Vegas.
I finally found my kind of dancing. It just feels natural. Even today, I still have a little buzz from how much fun it was. I can't stop listening to the Gipsy Kings! And there were so many people there! It was awesome.
Jenn didn't like it, though. Not only is it not really her bag, but she doesn't like to dance with strangers that are not up to par in the looks department. Maybe it is to my discredit, but as long as they're not groping me, they're nice, they can relax and have a good time and they dance well, I don't care what they look like. So, I danced with a lot of short Mexican guys - but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Surprisingly, some of the best looking guys were the WORST dancers. Including Mr. Potential Schmuck from class - who happens to be a mild version of a full-fledged schmuckeroo. It happens.
What came first - the fraternity or the asshole?
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In a sort of segue, at work I have a semi-regular customer named Francisco: a little old Mexican man who is probably one of the sweetest guys in the world. At the end of summer, I didn't see him for a while, and I assumed it was because we discontinued his favorite drink. But when he came back in January, it was obvious that he was recovering from a stroke. He always greets me with, "Mi amor."
Yesterday, he came into work with a bouquet of flowers and some strawberries for me, and I bought his drink for him. I think we both almost cried. I'm just afraid that his end is drawing near - I hope not soon.
I'm already afraid that one of my other customers (also an old man) kicked or hurt himself, becuase I haven't seen him in a long time. That guy is sort of a little old pervert, so I miss him in a different way.
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So.. laundry time. I cannot wait to be out of undergrad. And I especially can't wait for summer. And new ink. Jeez louise. Will I ever live in the present?
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i hate it when old people leave the earth.