After years of not (seriously) using a blog of any kind, I caved. I like to document my days so that i dunno, years later i think to myself "what was i doing in January of '09?", i got my bases covered.
tonight i went to a bar with my parents, and while it probably should of been awkward it was a lot of fun. While other families only meet at grandmas house, my family reserves a whole bar. Anyhow, family members i had never met hugged me over and over again, held my hand, piled tons of food onto Styrofoam plates for me, then told me how they had only seen me when i was only this tall- sadly not much has changed height wise. After chicken, rice, corn, veggies, bread, and the most delicious, delectable, delightful tres leches cake, I sat around and realized i am literally the ONLY person in my family who does not know how to dance. i spent most of my night sipping on my tiny bar cup of coca-cola and leaning against my mom trying to hear stories about how couples met, and which kids belonged to who, and who didn't show up.
Then, in the midst of trying to piece together my family puzzle it happened some ranchero man (who was NOT a family member but i guess a bar employee, or a covert family party crasher) with a thick mustache and a tightly tucked in polo shirt struts over (with a very smooth swagger) and asks me to dance. i (obviously) said no, i mean despite the fact that i am the kind of girl who appreciates well groomed facial hair-
a) i couldn't embarrass the shit out of this man
b) i had just met 1/2 the people there and i didn't want to embarrass myself by my Elaine Benis moves
c)this guy tucked his polo shirt into cargo khakis and more or less demanded a dance by yelling
"BAILA CON MIGO", and i just don't really dig that shit.
after i convinced this man that i could really not dance- he left and proceeded back to the other bar employees and talked shit about me behind the bar, and made no attempt at trying to hide the fact the he was talking about me.
how do i know?
he POINTED at me, and mouthed "she cant dance" like as if it was a federal offense.
sorry motherfuckers.
in other news, if anyone knows where they teach dance moves- fill me in.
