Monday, August 10, 2009
I was in downtown Los Angeles this past week and was hypnotized by a group of tourists with swagger and braggadocio to make Liberace look docile. I stared out of the corner of my eye (because that's what I do when I don't want people to know I'm staring) and eavesdropped on their boisterous conversation that could be heard in their hometown (New York to be exact). I couldn't help but stare because they obviously were not from LA by the way the acted, assimilated, or accented their words. The loudest one of them all kept say, 'Cause this is how we do it in New York, son! This is how we do it!
I'm on vacation today in San Juan, Puerto Rico with my entire family who puts the FUN in dysFUNctional. We're a loud and crazy and obnoxious, but we love each other and agreed to spend eight days together with the promise of returning as one cohesive unit. There are personal reasons why we chose this particular destination, but it's with a great joy that we are going and hope to create memories on the island my grandparents were from. I will be blogging about my adventures with photos and words, so be forewarned that if I post a picture with me attempting to dance salsa with professionals and I look like a professional LOSER, I'll copy the cool kids from New York and say, 'Cause this is how we salsa in LA, son! This is how we do it!