Well, my weekend has been quite up and down. I went to the homecoming musical on Friday - KISS ME KATE - night w/ Casey (he and I had a fight and since he was a jerk, the evening started out with a boquet of flowers, purple poms MY FAVORITE...KUDOS CASEY...) and it was great!! Tyler's roomate Ben, was great as Frank C. Graham. So, if any of you who see this happen to see him, tell him so. The entire cast however, deserves some serious pats on the back. I enjoyed myself thoroughly... [Casey enjoyed it too, but managed to snicker and wave his fist obnoxiously at the anti-Republican Jokes within the show that only he, I guarantee, caught.]
After the musical was over, Casey and I joined a Frat and his fiance at IHOP for some chow. The food was good and the company was better. All in all, it was a good time.
The good time came to an abrupt end however, when it was time to leave. As I made my way out of IHOP and passed the row of two benches for people waiting to be seated, I encountered my own injustice. About fifiteen anglo-american people in a group, both male and female, snapping, cursing, laughing and clapping at me to "Get them some coffee Senorita." At first, my mind was ready and my tounge nimble - but then I felt the pressure. I felt the closeness of the space and their prowess in number and stature. I froze completely...and stared at them; the room was closing in around me.
Casey appeared just in time to awaken me from my stupor, and get me to the door. Then I started crying. My tears were only interrupted by the amusement in Casey backin' up into an ambulance.
I'm not sure what it would have been like, to grow up in the 1940's, 1950's, or 1960's. I am so thankful that this doesn't happen to me everyday, all day long. This doesn't define the lives of my friends or my parents...thank you Jesus for your mercy in showing mankind to love one another.
P.S. If you're from the City of Abilene, "we don't know nothing about no ambulence...".
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