"Lei solo scopa i messicani"

Some nights you know will end up being completely ridiculous even before they become that way. A few weeks ago I decided at the last minute to go out on a Tuesday. I had something to celebrate or really the lack of something to celebrate. My idea of celebrating was going out to a party and consuming half a water bottle of tequila straight. Well actually I took it straight for awhile, but then decided to chase it with water. We went to a party for this kid coming to America. I'd never been to a party at this house before and ended up being well a little overdressed, short shorts, black going out shirt...a bit much when everyone else was in jeans and Ts.

Even if I was wearing a gorilla costume I have learned to enter a room filled with confidence, enough to prove that I should be there and have no reason to feel silly. I walked in and played flip cup with my tequila and then some beer when I thought that consuming that many shots in a short span would be bad. I met a good number of people at that party, even the guy who had come to America. I also had enough to tequila to dance like an idiot a bit. My friend who was DDing suggested we go to Waffle House. I've never really been to Waffle House. I tried once on New Year's at 5 am once when I was a freshman, but there were too many people there, I felt sketched out and left. Well she was the DD so I guess I had to go along with it.

Two people from the party wanted to come, but we couldn't give them a ride since we wouldn't be coming back. They decided to follow us in another car. Probably not the best idea. The driver ended up backing up too fast and swung the truck he was driving into another car. They did not make it with us to Waffle House.

At Waffle House there were 3 guys there besides me and my 2 friends. Apparently they were talking about us in Spanish-which I don't understand beyond a few words like: "Como estas?" "Muy Bien" "Mucho Gracias" "Como te llamos" "mi llamo es.." "huevos" "caliente" and some other random kitchen words and a few cuss words. I had no idea what they were saying, but my friend had just returned from Spain (she's also been studied in Mexico) and understood exactly what they were saying. She didn't want to hear them rate our bodies and talk about what they wanted to do with us....ewww. They thought I had a boyfriend since my guy friend was sitting next to me, so I was pretty safe. My friend decided to let them know she understood them so they would shut up. She began talking to them in Spanish-well that may not have been a good idea because they wouldn't shut up and were ow talking to her. I decided to interject and make them all shut up and somehow I thought talking to them in Italian would help out the situation. It didn't. They wanted to know where I was from in Italy...haha. My Italian is terrible and it's funny that they understood it at all.

They continued their assault on my friend. One of them was Puerto Rican, the other two were El Salvadorian. One was trying to convince my friend to go with him to a salsa club later in the week. I was so annoyed by this man's intrusion on what was otherwise a delicious meal (the food was amazing...I've heard you have to be intoxicated to enjoy it though). I decided to try once again to make him leave us alone. I began speaking in Italian again and since they understood everything I said last time I thought he would continue to understand what I said. "Lei solo scopa i messicani." "Que?" "Lei solo scopa i messicani" "Que?" Okay, he didn't get it. Maybe scopare was not the same in Spanish. In my mind at the time I thought telling him she would only have sex with Mexicans would make him go away since he was not. I also for some reason could not think of the word for any other nationality at the time. Whatever. This man was not giving up. He eventually left, but him and his buddy waited in their truck outside Waffle House for us to exit. My friend told us we had to run to her car. I guess she was a bit sketched out. I mean I didn't think these guys were going to throw us in their car and drive away or anything, but it was 3 am at a Waffle House.