it was frat party season and that meant that the white boys would be sporting sombreros, prancing up College Ave looking for their latin princess sorority sisters in fringe Pocahantas dresses showing more than they obscured.
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into urban outfitters the boys went. $80 levis. a shirt that was not a shirt and not not a shirt hung deftly from a manikin's form.
"can i help you?" the associate prodded with practiced restraint. She knew that these boys weren't looking to buy anything. Most were wearing chaps and sporting mustaches made of plastic.
"haha. No, we're looking for some latin princesses. you know, cute blonde girls about this tall and this pretty."
"uh, nope. Haven't seen them."
and they were off. one boy threw his hat like a frisbee at a brother and missed.
"Hey!" a street vender shouted when the hat toppled over a display of sunglasses.
"Uh, sorry." The perpetrator stumbled through drunk apologies while his friends shouted "yah! yah! yah!" and side shuffled down the side walk. Cattle hustling? Playing cowboys and Indians?
Now where was that princess, long black wig of hair as shiny as the sun hitting the waves, drinking fresh squeezed booze mixed with powdered fruit juice in canteens strapped to her waist.
"Por Favor, por favor" she would say again and again, "no intiendo." That was all of the Spanish that she knew. She was also pretending to be a Latin Princess, and as such, she was supposed to not understand English.
The girls weren't on College Ave., though. They had escaped to University, so eat some Brazilian food and stock up on booze. The dresses were cute enough but it was 9am on a Saturday, so booze was a necessary part of the outfit. Without booze, it was a chore. Even so.
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