puerto rican pride
i am so fucking glad that we live in little puerto rico!
we woke up this morning (afternoon), seriously hungover from a night of debauchery in the village last night, and were shocked and thankful that the neighborhood wasn't the loudest place on earth. this lasted only until about 3 o'clock, at which point horn-honking, whistle-blowing, flag-brandishing, music-blaring and screaming all became the norm. it sounds like the worlds biggest and most fun traffic jam out there, and i am terrified that it is going to last until the morning. as i am still fighting off the hangover, i don't have too much to do, other than walk across the street to do laundry, so the noise and the parade aren't really bothering me that much, but i have a feeling that at around 10:30 i'm gonna be wishing that i had a paintball gun.
there used to be a picture here from the puerto rican day parade from last year, but it was taking too long to load. i only liked it because it also involved cafe bustelo at the parade. i buy cafe bustelo from the bodega down the street. its the best fucking espresso in the entire world. no lie, i love this coffee more than i could ever love a human baby. i just looked it up online and it is apparently cuban coffee, but it plays a big role in the puerto rican community i live in.
anyway, i'm buckling in for a long night. hope the rest of you sleep well.
update: since i'm already altering this post, i might as well tell you that puerto ricans seriouly know how to be proud of their heritage. swear to god, they were taking over the intersection down the street despite the fact that there was an entire van of cops right there. they were loud, and rowdy and all that stuff, but i don't think anyone died. and the party tapered off a lot earlier than i thought it would. so, it wasn't all that bad.
we woke up this morning (afternoon), seriously hungover from a night of debauchery in the village last night, and were shocked and thankful that the neighborhood wasn't the loudest place on earth. this lasted only until about 3 o'clock, at which point horn-honking, whistle-blowing, flag-brandishing, music-blaring and screaming all became the norm. it sounds like the worlds biggest and most fun traffic jam out there, and i am terrified that it is going to last until the morning. as i am still fighting off the hangover, i don't have too much to do, other than walk across the street to do laundry, so the noise and the parade aren't really bothering me that much, but i have a feeling that at around 10:30 i'm gonna be wishing that i had a paintball gun.
there used to be a picture here from the puerto rican day parade from last year, but it was taking too long to load. i only liked it because it also involved cafe bustelo at the parade. i buy cafe bustelo from the bodega down the street. its the best fucking espresso in the entire world. no lie, i love this coffee more than i could ever love a human baby. i just looked it up online and it is apparently cuban coffee, but it plays a big role in the puerto rican community i live in.
anyway, i'm buckling in for a long night. hope the rest of you sleep well.
update: since i'm already altering this post, i might as well tell you that puerto ricans seriouly know how to be proud of their heritage. swear to god, they were taking over the intersection down the street despite the fact that there was an entire van of cops right there. they were loud, and rowdy and all that stuff, but i don't think anyone died. and the party tapered off a lot earlier than i thought it would. so, it wasn't all that bad.
posted by R. Peeps at 8:49 PM
1 Comments:
Y'know, that sounds a lot like Armenian Genocide Rememberance day. Only that day pissed me off. A lot. And I started wondering why. Then I realized -- In LA I had to drive. So fuckers were in my way.
Just as you get snotty to jackasses now that you're a New Yorker, I would grow enraged at traffic disruptions because I lived in LA...
Yet another reason New York is better than LA.
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