|Last Night of Summer
||[Sep. 21st, 2007|08:13 pm]
Gina...almost an anagram of Inge, but not quite
So, around one this morning, my friend Maggie Tom and I decided it would be a blast to get burritos. We drove down Mission to see what was still open and found a good place. I love the Mission!!! But yeah, we were hassled:|
Shady Man : (stares at us and then starts speaking Spanish to me)
Me: Sorry, I don't understand.
SM: (More Spanish)
Me: I-I don't speak Spanish.
SM: (As if he's contesting this) You don't understand?! Where are you from then?
(Then he turned to Maggie, because now, apparently, I can't understand any human language, which...fair enough.)
SM: You are both beautiful.
(We laugh, but stay where we are because getting our damn food is top priority.)
SM (to Maggie): And where are you from?
Maggie: Uh...here, too.
SM: Oh, I thought you were from China. Do you speak Chinese?
SM: I speak a little Chinese. I was in Tokyo a while ago.
So yeah, we hightailed it...because a bad pick-up attempt is one thing, but bad geography is quite another.
Then we somehow ended up parked in front of our old school and talked about many things:
-How someone, like, bought the gate around the playground (well...cement area where we played innocently (well...astroturf area where we gossiped maliciously like the naughty little imps that we were....)) Anyway, gate...well, some guy bought it and named it after himself. I mean, come on...there are so many better things to do with your money. And if you really want everyone to remember you, have a statue erected or something. Because (A) five year olds don't care who you are, (B) they can't even read, (C) the money you donated probably actually went to get Father _______ a new set of tires.
-Me: Hahahaha, do you remember the ghost?
Maggie: Yeah, on the third floor.
Me: We were all convinced we saw a bloody hand. I really believed it. I thought that to graduate we would have to survive a night on the top floor. Hahahaha. Damn. Catholic school.
Maggie: We were idiots.
Me: Let's find a way to get up there!
Maggie: We were idiots! Were!
So...we stayed in the car.
-Lying and cheating.
Me: I dunno...while I don't make a habit of lying or cheating, I do lie to my diary and and I do cheat at solitaire, which are both sad things to do.
Maggie: You lie to your diary?! Why?!
Me: I embellish...I dunno! Haha, I'll probably write that tonight I sneaked out to meet by secret lover Maggie.
Maggie: We are secret lovers.
Then some creepy woman drove by, scouting out St. Philip's, as if she were planning some mad attack (though she was probably just lost), and we decided to call it a night.