conversation overheard Saturday night, at the Obz Street Festival (40 bands, 5 stages, and lots and lots of alcohol and other mind-altering substances).
random: excuse me…can I just tell you something?
negrita: um..well…[seeks escape route, only to realize she is quite literally unable to move, on account of the crowd]
random: you remind me so much of my aunt.
negrita: ok. okay, then. well, bye!
random: no! no! listen, she's really cool. she's all African and stuff, like you. and she's really tight (slang for "hot").
negrita: you think your aunt is—
random: NO! yes! yeah, she's totally tight. I mean, if she wasn't my aunt, I would totally—
negrita: OK! BYE NOW! BYE! [squeezes through crowd towards unknown destination (i.e. the frozen margarita stand)]
I blame the cheap frozen margaritas for slowing down my reaction to the extent that the conversation didn't end after the first 30 seconds. that being said, I would like to announce that, despite our bitter break up back in 2001, tequila and I are speaking again. I mean, we're not going to hang out regularly or anything—that would be a bit much. but we had a great time together on Saturday night. I know it's no good for me, and has the ability to reduce me to a sniveling shell of my former self, but when I saw it that night, I felt drawn to it. perhaps because of the general reverie of the evening, perhaps because it was really, really cheap and I'm a broke-ass. whatever the reason, we hooked up for a brief one night stand. and it was goooood. and I had no regrets the following morning! but there can be no repeat performances: I'm not as young as I used to be, after all.