As I sit here on my bed sipping a beer I recently purchased from a chino (they seriously call stores run by chinese people "chinos"), I can't stop thinking about fish egg sacks, pig testicles, chicken feet and congealed pig's blood. All were way too accessible at the traditional Spanish market I went to today with my Spanish class. I pretty much eat anything so most of the bizarre foods at these markets don't freak or gross me out. But nibbling on a fish egg sack that looks like a flaccid penis on steroids (seriously look up "huevas de pescado," hint: its the fucking disgusting looking pic) just didn't appeal to me. Neither did gnawing at some chicken feet or slurping down congealed blood like the Mosquito in A Bug's Life (Go to 0:38, still the funniest thing I have ever seen).
Yet I still very much enjoyed my visit. Although there is a market near where I live, it is much more modern and bougie than the one I visited today. It was nice to walk around and see (and smell) the local atmosphere at a fresh Spanish food market....... You like the word bougie? My friend keeps saying it and I laugh every time. Maybe it's the way he says it.
This brings up another topic. This friend of mine is cool, funny, smart, immature like me, and gay. I have been attending American University for two and half years and have ZERO gay friends. This is kind of troubling as half of the population of American is gay. Other than a gay french waiter who gave me and my friend a free drink in Paris because I have beautiful eyes (I miss you Claude), I haven't had a close gay friend. I now have a chance to befriend two really cool gay guys and I am a little nervous. I seriously feel like sometimes I am trying too hard to bond with them (was that gay? jk, fuck social conservatives). Whatever... if it's meant to be right?
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