Tuesday, September 15, 2009

De Calle

De calle yo me fui for the Dominican festival. A hot day of 78º plus which made it great for showing a little leg ;-) just because I hear that some martians like that lol So the logical wear for such a thing would be something casual like shorts with your elaborate Dominican t-shirt or even tank top with an airbrushed flag. But I must say, that apparently the new thing is for young people to dress cutesy for the day regardless of the event–at least the ladies. It was all flats and tights with oversized bags and some pretty shirt at an event where should be comfortably cute (not cutely uncomfortable). I mean really ladies, this is not a day at the mall with your girlfriends in which you would scope out some dude. 

Oh and it seems like all girls called each other, making it clear that the in thing is to have the top half of your hair blonde and the rest brown enchumbao with gel & mousse to make it so crispy that you could hear the effects of "snap, crackle, pop".

Of course, this is the apparent fad for today's teens because everyone there was in high school or at least appeared to be in that part of the park where the awesome DJ held his stage. 

It was all about boys with braces and girls looking cute. 

The other "fun" stage was for the parents of these high schoolers who brought their children to mingle with others of their own age as they would laugh at the unfunny jokes made by those locutores who talk way too much. 

So where does that leave the college students? Where were they supposed to mingle and peek at the occasional and hopeful bit of eye candy? The answer to that would have to be "in the middle" where there was an array of unattended motorcycles whose owners just walked around, helmet in hand looking cool...Mostly martians of course although there was one particular case of a girl in a  vespa, pink at that– which may have been looking for a riding buddy. 

But yes, it was an event designed for local teenagers whose overactive hormones encouraged them to carryout PDA (public displays of affection) oh how exciting!

While we who are soo over that stage think "omg, was that me?"

Maybe!


You gotta love it

-B


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