Hello Friends! It has been a busy week! I’m gonna start with last weekend!
I Went to a Bar
On Friday night, I went to the BARS! Like the kind where people drink alcohol. First, my friends and I went to Pickles which is on Allen Street. There were two bouncers and two policemen standing out front which is pretty intimidating. Pickles was loud and crowded. My friends ordered beers and I got a sprite. After some casual chit chat, we changed venues. That’s right. I BAR HOPPED. haha! We went a very short distance to Zeno’s, located beneath the Corner Room also on Allen Street. Zeno’s was much quieter. I got a water and also ate some of the soft pretzel, fries, and mozzarella that my friend brought.
Extremely Mild Racism
Saturday morning, Logan (the boy I date) and I were walking down the street, headed to the HUB to get some textbooks. At no later than 11:30 in the morning, we passed a student house. Five or six clearly drunk guys were sitting on the porch drinking (what a shock!). As we passed, a bottle flew by our heads into a bush.
“Hey, a White and and Asian!” Yelled one of the guys.
There was a pause. And all I could think was what a perfect moment to say something incredibly clever like, “Great observation!” or “Wow! No way! I had no idea I was Asian until you pointed it out to me!” Unfortunately, I didn’t think of anything quite fast enough before Logan yelled at them to shut up.
I just think it’s hilarious that they were trying to be rude but utterly failed to say anything that was actually offensive.
Last Tuedsay, I was riding my scooter home from studio. It was dark and it had just rained. These dark and wet conditions are not particularly ideal for scootering, but I wasn’t too worried. But as I sped down the mall between Old Main and the HUB, I hit a big bump in the sidewalk and went flying off. I got all scraped up. I thought about walking home, then texting Logan but after a few steps I decided I should probably text Logan to let him know. Here is the actual text conversation:
Me: “I fell”
Me: “Ack blood”
Logan immediately calls me to figure out what happened. He told me to wait.
*The call ends*
Me: I see a skunk!
He came and walked home with me. Don’t worry, I cleaned all the cuts out and put a bunch of band aids on them.