Mini Pork Balls

...or in other words, the most bizarre moment of my weekend. After a night out, there are vehicles pulled over on the side of the road that are waiting to feed the bar goers after close. They have all those post beer snacks you crave like dried squid, noodles and sauce, or black bean filled pastries. Not the typical food I go after at the end of the night, but since there were no burritos or greasy hash browns and pancakes in sight, I went for the black bean pastries. As we're ordering our food from this man in the back of his pick up truck, a van pulls up right next to me standing there and I can feel the heat of the engine on my back. At the same moment, I'm bombarded by the blasting pop sensation Madonna, singing "Like a Virgin" over the van's top notch stereo system. I turn around and my eyes were assaulted by this bubble of pink:
I wish you could see the driver. You can hardly see the side of her face in the photo. She was in a hot pink wig, in a hot pink dress, and a big rosy smile and glitter everywhere. She was singing along with Madonna and she stopped to order some black bean pastries as well. I wish I could see my own face doing a double-triple take, trying to follow the conversation between the guy in the back of the truck and her bubbly self. This didn't really phase me so much until I got home and looked at my pictures. I now just noticed the "mini pork balls" on the van. This honestly didn't seem so weird at the time, but the more I think about it, the stranger the whole situation was. That's what seems to happen here, when you take these goofy moments and put them into context with what you're used to, it gets really bizarre really quick. I like it.

Oh and remember that thing that happens here when you want something, ask a silent wish to yourself, and your wish is instantly granted? I was walking home after the mini pork balls van incident thinking to myself how it's kind of a bummer to walk a mile home at the end of the night and (like magic) a friend appears on his motorbike and gives me a lift home. Same thing happened again yesterday while walking home with a carton of melting ice cream and I think to myself, wow if I don't get home soon this is going to be a mess! I hear a "hey!" that more resembles a bark and it's another friend pulled over ready to give me a ride home. I run into someone I know every time I go out in public; it's getting to be ridiculous, especially with over 175,000 people living in this city. I don't understand it, but I enjoy it.