Who hates naps?

The Birthday Boy

I went with some friends to see The Shins in concert. I'll let you decide whether or not that piece of information is significant. But in either case, after the show my friend suggested we go to the bar next door for his friend's 21st birthday. Who doesn't love birthdays? So we went to the bar and fun commenced. 

Who wants to play a game?

That may not have been the exact question posed , but it was something to that effect. The game of Can you guess Natasha's race? began. I shot down the first guess of Colombian. (But I am flattered to be among such company as Shakira.) Then the wide-eyed birthday boy points at me, like a young and drunk Uncle Sam. "I'm from L.A. You're Hispanic!" 

Wrong again... 

The Girl Saga Continues

Saw this today and thought of The Girl... It seemed appropriate to share! 

The Girl

There are people that come and go from your life so quickly that you don't know how to react. You blink and they're gone. This girl did just that. 

Walking through the mall, I notice a little girl tugging at her mom's arm. She says "Mom, look! I can practice my Spanish." The girl runs up to me, plants her feet, gives me a smile and waves. "¡Hola!" Before I could even return the greeting, her blonde ringlets were already bouncing away. 

The Black Side

I walked up to the counter at work to grab my tea. When I reached out my hand, my coworker instead gives me a stack of papers. I respond with "I was actually going for my drink, but I'll take these too." We have a laugh. Then she said "Don't get offended, but..." 

Now when someone starts a conversation with "Don't get offended, but..." I'm always nervous the second half is going to be "Did you shower today?" or "Do you own a hairbrush?" Instead the question portion was "Are you mixed?"

I confirm that I am mixed. "Black and white?" I nod yes. Then she said, "I knew it! Because sometimes your black side comes out. I've only seen it twice, but I could tell."

I give a giggle, an "Oh, you're funny." Then I go about my day. 

Then I began to wonder if my "black side" she was referring to was my sense of humor or that I was thirsty.