No really, that’s what they call it here.
-I’m no Professor Prostitution over here but, I’m pretty sure I was solicited earlier today. I decided to walk downtown to get (an admittedly late) breakfast and along the way I walked past an abandoned parking lot. I heard someone honk but I didn’t look because something better be on fire if you think that is an appropriate way to request my attention. As I got to the other side of the lot, an older white man drove up in a fancy truck. He smiled. I smiled. He rolled down his window and asked something that at first I couldn’t hear/understand:
“Good morning?”
“Are you working?”
“Working?? No. [confused stare]”
“Oh. Okay [rolls window up/drives away]”
Working? How could I be working? I’m just walking down the OH MY GOD HE THOUGHT I WAS A PROSTITUTE!!!!
Now perhaps ladies of the night–or early afternoon as was my case–bundle up a bit more in the Pacific NW than what I’m used to seeing on Santa Monica Blvd., but there is nothing about my 4-yr. old fleece Sundance pullover, dark denim jeans, Steve Madden casuals and “Love This Planet” bag that I think screams,
“I love movies, taking care of the Earth and having sex for money!”
Just because I am walking the streets doesn’t mean that I am a streetwalker!
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
-I had Mexican food from a restaurant in a strip mall across the street. I was encouraged because I spoke Spanish the entire time with 2 of the guys that worked there but alas, the food still tasted like a hate crime in my mouth. I wonder if there’s a word in Spanish for the-heart-sinking-feeling-of-knowing-that-the-best-Mexican-food-you-can-ever-hope-for-is-1200-miles-away-and-you-chose-this-on-purpose-what-the-hell-were-you-thinking? Debo buscárla.
-I got an unexpected and greatly encouraging phone call today (hence the previous post) and I want to talk about it but I’m superstitious about putting things in writing that are still up in the air.
-Trader Joe’s is like my field of dreams; if you build it, I will come. I will stare wistfully at your Fearless Flyer, taste the uncured all natural beef hot dog with organic ketchup at the demo station and I will buy the mixed greens-cranberries-candied walnuts-bleu cheese salad and an apple for dinner. It is written.
-The people in the room next door to me have been rearranging the furniture every night. I am convinced of this.
-It’s really pretty here and the sun doesn’t set until about 9p.
-I miss home.
LOL @ hate crime in my mouth. I love that.
I promise there is some good Mexican food in Vancouver. And enough other delicious cuisines to compensate. La Taqueria, El Pulgarcito and El Barrio are all super tasty.
Tonight my roommates and I are going to Doña Cata. Dios help us.