Lo Siento Interrumpir

Usually I like to have at least somewhat of a point when I post something on here.

That is why I have not told you about this little experience yet. Because there's no point.

But I told my lil sis (who we shall call Henrietta) about it and she said it was funny.

So I thought, "Whatev. I guess I'll just post it."

On Saturday I went to the pool. By myself. No that is not creepy, okay?

Anyway, I was sitting there soaking up the sun when I got the vibes that I had received a text.

Indeed I had. It was from Stats. She was wondering where I was and told me to hurry home so we could go to the "Area BBQ."

This was a bit puzzling to me. I had not heard about this area bbq of which we speak. We had one once before, in June, and it was totally lame. Basically no one was there and it was so boring and just kind of weird. But for that one, there were millions of fliers ALL OVER so there was absolutely NO mistaking when/where the thing was taking place.

But now Stats was telling me there was another one. I had not seen a single flier. Strange.

But I pushed that aside and came home anyway.

When I got home I asked her, "How did you know about this bbq? I haven't heard anything."

She said, "Well I saw this one little flier on the door of the main office building and it had this tiny font and it was a weird color so you could barely even read it. Plus I hear people and music coming from over there."

Again, I thought about how odd this was. But I went anyway.

We walked over to the volleyball courts. There were certainly people there. Lots of them. And music too.

But guess what. The music was Mexican. All the people were Mexican. There were maybe 6 white people total, including me and Stats.

So I thought to myself, "This can't be right. Maybe this is some kind of Latino bbq or something. We are just not supposed to be here."

Not that I'm against multi-cultural bbq's or whatever, we just didn't belong.

Now if it had just been me, I would have kept on walking like I was purposely going somewhere beyond the volleyball courts. But Stats was there. So I just followed her lead. Yes I can be a follower at times.

She noticed that we didn't really fit in, but she decided to keep going. We saw the food table and started heading towards it.

Seriously, this whole time I just felt SO SO SO DUMB. I did not understand one conversation that I heard because everyone was speaking Spanish. They were all doing their thing and it was totally normal for them and me and Stats were just so out of place.

We eventually made it to the food table. As we picked up our bun, this guy came over to us and said, "So...do you guys live around here?"

Shoot me now. Please. Just do it.

"Yes."

"Oh...cool...okay." And then he left.

Oh my gosh. It was horrible.

So we got our food and then went to sit in the shade under a tree. As we ate, I observed my surroundings.

Everyone seemed to know/be friends with everyone else.

Everyone was speaking Spanish, like I said before.

People were actually singing along with this strange music I had never heard before and could not understand at all.

There was this one random little white boy playing football with the rest of the guys. He was probably 10. Where in the crap did he come from?

Ya, so it was super awkward and I just wanted to disappear.

After we ate we sat there for like 2 seconds and then decided to relieve ourselves from this out-of-place-ness.

Finally.

Moral of the story:

Hm. There are many possible morals.

1. Learn Spanish.

2. Read fliers carefully.

3. Free food is not always worth it.

4. 10 year old white kids are always welcome.

5. Uh...don't be offended at my politically incorrectness.

6. Henrietta is the coolest blog nickname on the face of the planet.

Be jealous.

*Post Publish::: WHOA! Look at that list of morals. They get longer and longer as the list goes down. It looks like steps. That is the coolest thing I have seen all day.