I was raised in Miami. I currently spend 50% of my time in Florida and the other 50% in Massachusetts. This in itself is a miracle. It also provides for the most amusing cultural differences known to man. For example: tonight was “Southern Night” in our apartment. We’ve got a friend visiting from Tampa and thusly two Floridians in one place (outside of Florida) equals Sweet Tea and fried chicken. It’s not a stereotype…it’s just what we both enjoy (so I’ll leave it at that). Of course, things escalated from just being “Sweet Tea and fried chicken” to “Sweet Tea with Vodka, fried chicken, cornbread, and O Brother, Where Art Thou?” We also thought it a good idea to trek through Boston’s first “real” snow of the season to Davis Square and hit up our favorite comic book store and some Kick Ass Cupcakes. Two hours of Bluegrass, jailbreaks, and two delicious cupcakes later- the three of us find ourselves in food induced comas, sprawled on the couch. Times like these make me proud to be Hispanic, Southern, and a New Englander at the same time. New Englander sounds awkward…there has to be a better word for that.
And here, your moment of zen:
-Estherocket
