Catchy yet unusual title right? Well, that is what today was all about. It started on a great note with the amazing weather and 70 degree sunshine brightness that had everyone outdoors on their bikes, in their tennis shoes running, and swimming in flowy dresses and skirts. I could literally taste spring, it was just that big a change. As I looked at the blooming cherry blossoms and wild flowers life just seemed good, and all that sadness that had taken over these last couple of days (thank you for all of your kind words by the way) felt manageable, or at least not permanent.
We had plans for tonight to attend a AIDS benefit dance festival and it was amazing. I was enamored by all the different dances and the amazing talent that was shared with the audience. The vibe oozed diversity, peace, happiness, perseverance, gosh, just plain love all around, and I just felt such unity. When the show ended we walked over to a local burrito place on campus to get yummy food.
Mind you, this just happened an hour ago. We get our food, stuff our faces and politely smile at the college students nearby. In come two white young men in their bow ties, dark blue blazers and khakis, clearly returning from some type of fraternity/sorority formal. One of them is clearly wasted so tries to get stable by sitting down, while the other orders food, and I hear his voice escalate. I tune in, and he’s complaining that he’s being overcharged for the salsa, THE SALSA, by a $1. The guy at the counter insists it’s always been this amount, but the tall fella with the bow tie starts cursing, repeats he’s being overcharged, and then proceeds to snark the following: “You guys need to go back to Mexico. You don’t understand our money. What do you think $1 is, a peso???” !!!***???!!!***???? This is what I’m feeling inside and am one second from exploding in his face!!! I want to take my salsa and throw it in his ridiculous face! I want to drag him back to the show we just got done watching and tell him to learn a thing or five.
So there you have it, from cherry blossoms to old southern-plantation racism. And just when the whole day was about to be titled perfect. Can’t say that I can’t believe it, because sadly I can, but to have the guts to say that, and to be so young with all that hate inside, as a student in such a fine institution- it’s just heart breaking peeps, it really is. Before he walked out I yelled, “Here, you can have my salsa that I got for free!”
On a completely unrelated note, here’s the OOTD:
anthropologie here & there dress
anthropologie the-in-crowd necklace