Well, today went by fast!Actually yesterday since it's past midnight
I was invited to a Quincenera, but not a big fan of those but my cousin was gonna be a chamberlan & do some breakdancing moves so I actually went without complainin (like I usually do).
It was okay, it was the usual, sucky food. The beans tasted downright awful and the carnitas were too dry the only I found edible was the pasta salad. AND they only served coke and carbonated apple juice (how pathetic is that?! It's an outrage)THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY WATER!!!
And dancing, though I only danced cumbia, banda but I didn't really enjoy it until they put on some reggeaton(!!!) THEN I had some real fun!
The cake though, was also dry and believe me I KNOW cake! After all, what else can a Mexican Pastry Baker's daughter say? =p
What sucked though, was that once I got dropped off at home my dad pointed out how the blouse that I wore didn't suit me.
I mean come on! At least I didn't dress like most of the other girls that were there!
Tight shirts (with every pound visible) that if they didn't show off their mid driff, their bare back or their breasts they weren't wearing anything with and short skirts or tight jeans (I'm actually guilty there -^_^-).
It's not like I had anything better to choose from, I know the blouse I wore that exactly suit me yet out of the options that I had weren't the greatest since my other blouses/shirts weren't clean.
Ugh, it's just plain stupid and depressing. I just can't wait 'til this feeling goes away, which hopefully will be in the 10 min. or so.
I'm gonna go chat in MySpace now so it won't last long.lol