I was in Seattle, Washington, presenting on a panel for the National Association for Chican@ Studies.
I got out of work and headed to the office (I was leaving straight from work which made me feel in a really big rush)
We were doing this estilo road trip which meant we had an 18 hour ride ahead.
We were on our way around the afternoon, 5ish.
We stopped at a rest stop at around 12am and spoke and ate sandwiches.
Wes stopped again around 3-4ish in the morning. Most of us were awake the whole night so we were all looking like shit and speaking non sense.
We were all sleeping during the morning, it was snowing earlier.
We went to Denny's in Oregon that morning to eat.
There was some funny ass photos of children in the restaurant.
We later found out they were foster children, but i did not feel bad because i figured they had been adopted by a loving family.aha
Ice Cream in frozen ass PDX I beleive.
We got to our hotel room which reaked of cigarettes.
We went to the conference for a while to check out what was going on.
We got kind of bored of that and decided we wanted to figure out what to do that night (Thursday).
We decided to order a pizza to our room and speak about what we wanted to do.
We decided to go to this Joteria reception which was 1)too professional 2)lacking a DJ 3)Too fancy, there was no tacos.
We met some really awesome people that wanted to do something so we all took the bus to go see SOURPATCH! in the Seattle union area.
We got there just in time and they were fucking amazing and cute!
We decided that when we got to our hotel we wanted to check out the gym and we ended up working out for a while. Very, very random.
Second day there was really amazing. We went to the fish and other shit market where i got a pastry named Oscar's Star. I figured that is how i would taste if i was a pastry, super sweet and good! ehhhhhhhhhhh. Later, April's family welcomed us into their home for a carne asada! It made is feel at home.
They were really awesome!
They had a really awesome back yard with an awesome view of a lake.
We later went to a talent show thrown together by the conference.
Oh but that was an hour before we waited for AAA to come because we locked the keys in the car.Aha. We watched the Orphan and madagascar while waiting.
When we got to the hotel, we had to organize our panel a bit more. We met until about 3am. It was horrible.
3rd day was our last, and day of our presentation.
I had McD's Hashbrowns for breakfeast. Cheap and good.
We went to a workshop that hit the issue of gentrification.
It was really great.
Then In Lack Ech and Quetzal performed for 5 people, one of them being me, which really sucked because Quetzal was really, really, really amazing.
We did our panel and it was really fucking amazing. People loved us and how we worked it out. We totally just went for it.
I liked it because we got to express how we felt about the conference.
Uncomfortable, too fancy, too conforming, too academic, but still educational in a way.
At this point i no longer had my camera phone because it was super discharged.
We said bye to all the awesome people we met and got contact info.
We drove back for another 18 hours. It sucked because i did not get postcards for my pen pals. I decided to write letters on paper from the hotel's. It said Seattle on it so i figured as long as it said the city name it was cool. Im sending em through LA Mail though, But yall will get more of an insider on the trip. I wrote alot to most of you.
We also got pulled over and got a ticket. Wack. Speed limit 55? What?haha
I ate earler that night and it made me sick and i got the shits and Nausea so i felt pretty shitty.
I just got home now.
I want to thank the youth, the people i met, Darryl & Mark (Mark! postponed his honeymoon for us) and CBE and funders that gave us all the money for the trip and alot of tasty grub!
Thanks, might reflect more on this later. But i need some home cookin in my system.
Oh and the trip had a theme song. It was a really annoying song, but it ended up being really fuckin hilarious.
I probably misspelled alot, but oh well.
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