a good day

Today was a good day.

Chocolate milkshake? Check.

Starbucks? Check.

Caramel Brownies? Check.

Champagne Grapes? Check.

Bonding with Alex? Check.

It was our first 1on1 adventure since the dawn of high school.  However, there was one awkward event.

   So Alex and I get into the car and I turn on my iPod. The strains of "The One" by The Backstreet Boys burst threw.

  "...that's not the backstreet boys," I say nervously, grabbing the iPod. "I do not know what that is. It must be another frequency...disturbing....ah yes...right here is my music"

I put on the Evan playlist.

   Alex and I rocked out to "No Panties."

So Alex, who actually didn't babysit cause of...i don't know, I don't understand his family, and I go to starbucks. We're in line and he randomly starts speaking Spanish cause he's mexican and shit.

"No me tengo gusta una con denigero si habla?" he mutters to me.

"....me gusta un hombre negro?" I reply.

I had not realized there was a very muscular African-American gentleman behind Alex.

Alex almost peed himself.

  Then we called Alyssa and bonded. Apparently Lexi wants to go to art school to learn how to color good. I don't know why he needs to go to school for that: he already colors inside the lines.

whateva.