News year was quite interesting. There was drinking in a loud club with friends. I was even coerced to dance, ie dragged onto the dance floor. The girl actually ended up being really fun and I spent the better part of the first hours of 2011 dancing and goofing. I haven't danced in what seems like ages. I free-styled on electric box as my friend "dropped beats" outside the club.
I ended up going on a taco adventure when we got back to "base". I followed my friend as he drunkenly stumbled down through the night looking for "Manfields" street so we could go to the taco shop. We passed a girl, hand propped against a minivan, wobbling as attempted to reintroduce her shoe to her foot. I was immediately concerned as I didn't see any of her friends. I wanted to stop to help her but the others just trotted along without missing a step past her as we headed to the taco shop. I glanced back then followed suit.
At the taco shop, in front of us in line was what was unequivocally a prostitute. She was a rail-thin African-American girl, dark rings under her darting eyes, red riding hoodie up, and no shoes; little pink socked feet on the linoleum. Confirmation came with the large man in a leather jacket that hung back near the entrance the whole time and brushed past me, unapologetic, at one point. Pimp and hoe on a late night Mexican food run, how very San Diego.
And behind us appeared the girl from the street, hair disheveled, small patches of rose on her face (she kind of looked like a brunette Cassie from Skins). I struck up conversation with her and said I had seen her having shoe trouble earlier. She moused out that she couldn't find her friends and lost her phone.(they ditched her in Normal Heights and went to Hillcrest apparently). Then she informed me she needed to sit and abruptly plopped into one of the booths. I decided I wasn't going to order food. I asked the girl if she remembered any numbers and handed her my phone. She slurred out calls to whomever as I waited for others to get their Mexican delights.
They got their food. The girl was still using my phone. My friend wanted to leave and got impatient with me which made the situation even more uncomfortable. I got my phone back but not before asking if the girl was able to reach anybody. She said she left messages. We headed back.
On the way, my friend told me that his food would be cold by the time we got back and that I should give up what I was doing: trying to "save people" because it bites you in the end. I was a little disturbed by his comments. We got back. They ate. Someone called asking about the girl. I told them the cross street of the taco shop and hoped she was still there and hadn't stumbled back out in the darkness of this new year. Oh, and I lost my chapstick :(.
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I ended up going on a taco adventure when we got back to "base". I followed my friend as he drunkenly stumbled down through the night looking for "Manfields" street so we could go to the taco shop. We passed a girl, hand propped against a minivan, wobbling as attempted to reintroduce her shoe to her foot. I was immediately concerned as I didn't see any of her friends. I wanted to stop to help her but the others just trotted along without missing a step past her as we headed to the taco shop. I glanced back then followed suit.
At the taco shop, in front of us in line was what was unequivocally a prostitute. She was a rail-thin African-American girl, dark rings under her darting eyes, red riding hoodie up, and no shoes; little pink socked feet on the linoleum. Confirmation came with the large man in a leather jacket that hung back near the entrance the whole time and brushed past me, unapologetic, at one point. Pimp and hoe on a late night Mexican food run, how very San Diego.
And behind us appeared the girl from the street, hair disheveled, small patches of rose on her face (she kind of looked like a brunette Cassie from Skins). I struck up conversation with her and said I had seen her having shoe trouble earlier. She moused out that she couldn't find her friends and lost her phone.(they ditched her in Normal Heights and went to Hillcrest apparently). Then she informed me she needed to sit and abruptly plopped into one of the booths. I decided I wasn't going to order food. I asked the girl if she remembered any numbers and handed her my phone. She slurred out calls to whomever as I waited for others to get their Mexican delights.
They got their food. The girl was still using my phone. My friend wanted to leave and got impatient with me which made the situation even more uncomfortable. I got my phone back but not before asking if the girl was able to reach anybody. She said she left messages. We headed back.
On the way, my friend told me that his food would be cold by the time we got back and that I should give up what I was doing: trying to "save people" because it bites you in the end. I was a little disturbed by his comments. We got back. They ate. Someone called asking about the girl. I told them the cross street of the taco shop and hoped she was still there and hadn't stumbled back out in the darkness of this new year. Oh, and I lost my chapstick :(.
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