This weekend was muy bueno...
First, I relaxed on Friday and Saturday. It was great.
Second and really more importantly, I went to Dallas with Retta. It was totally great. I had a lot of fun... and I got to practice my spanish. Which I totally wish I could do more frequently. Any takers?
I have decided that I really like going home with people. Now, I realize for some going home with someone would be an anxious time of meeting a lot of new people... Not for me. I love it. I love to see where people came from. It opens up my eyes to how people became themselves, why they have certain traits and its like opening up my eyes to a whole different part of who that person is.
I have had dicussions with friends about how mind boggling it is that we only really know one side of one another. But most people have many sides and lives. Who we are at home, with friends, at work, in romantic relationships.... And really we only get to see the people around us in 1 or 2 of those lives. Mind blowing.
When I go home with someone, you have the opportunity to know that person better and on a different level, in one of their "other lives". I just love it.
On another (funny) note, I went with Ret and her mom to a family reunion in which they were related to no more that 5 people... out of a ton. This was awkward and hilarious enough... But then we realized that I was 1 of only 2 white people there... Hello conspicous, my name is brooke.
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