Man i just got back from Chicago. This trip might have to be the subject of numerous entries. Tonite we will focus on one aspect of the trip: harassing incidents that occured.
Number one.
In honor of El Dia De Los Muertos my commrades and I decided to go to the Mexican cultural museum, which was in the middle of 'little mexico' or something like that. The museum was awesome i never appreciated the Offrenda's as an art form before i saw those intricate ceramic and wood tributes some families had made. The not awesome part came when we had to walk about 8 blocks and sit on a bench waiting for the city bus. There we were, 5 white girls in a mexican world. We stuck out pretty bad. Because (NOT AN EXAGERATION) about 4 or 5 cars stopped right in front of our bench so the mexican men inside could hoot and holler and try their pick up lines. I was dying laughing but some of the other girls were scared. I actually started waving to cars, i felt like a celebrity.
number two
in our hotel room we were always acting crazy and dancing around and stuff. i mean i put on an underware fashion show for crying out loud. (only one pair b/c it was a gift from one of my roomies, i'm not weird i swear...) So friday night at about 11 we get a knock on the hotel room door from 2 strange men. They wanted us to let them in so they can wave to their friends accross the street, having a party in the building over there. Well, no way were we going to let 2 strange guys in our room, but we did moon their friends accross the street. We all felt a little dirty about having been watched all night. One of the friends had binoculars. They were trying to get us to press our 'ta-ta's against the window. No way, freaks!
number three
i was in a gas station/truck stop buying some snacks, waitin in line and there was this 50% off halloween stuff table. One of the items was a big candy bowl to put trick or treat goodies in, and it had a big ol' monster hand that grabed at you when you reach in to get a piece. Well i was messing with it and this trucker guy said, "YOU SHOULD PUT THAT IN YOUR PANTY DRAWER TO KEEP THE BOYS AWAY!". I was like "uh, please stop talking".
Freaky people. I wonder how come when people hit on me they are either 1)joking, 2)nasty/ugly, and/or 3) not remotely close to my age. Well, there was this one cute guy who asked me for a quarter in down town chicago. I didn't have one. Then again, there was a druken man on the L train who wanted me to light his joint. But i didn't have a lighter either.
Oh well.
my kind of town, Chicago
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