I am not that big of a racist

Two blogs in one day. I know exactly what you're thinking. You're thinking that I've become obsessed with blogging...within about two hours. Well, you're wrong.

Last night, I went to the Coldstone website to find the nearest Coldstone Creamery. To my luck, there's one in the town of Rye. I decided that I had to go. Today, for dinner, I went to the Coldstone Creamery in Rye and had the 'love it' strawberry shortcake serenade. The person serving me started scooping strawberry cheescake, I stopped her and asked, in my 'uh...you're scooping the wrong ice cream but I don't want to be an ice cream diva' voice, "is that strawberry shortcake?" knowing that the strawberry shortcake serenade was made with sweet cream ice cream, strawberries, shortcake and whipped cream. As I pointed to the sign behind her, which described what I wanted, another employee pointed out that I wanted what I was pointing at, the strawberry shortcake serenade made with sweet cream ice cream, strawberries, shortcake and whipped cream and my server responded, "oh, I thought you wanted strawberry cheesecake ice cream...because this (the strawberry cheesecake icecream) is labled strawberry shortcake..."

That...it is not. It was and still is clearly labled strawberry cheesecake, but I didn't say anything.

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As I was driving into the town of Rye, I realized that this was where Wonkyung (my fiance) and I drove through when we first came to visit SUNY Purchase and got lost. It's a nice small town with nice little shops like the GAP, Papyrus (an overpriced, overly pink, fancy stationary store where I get cards and stuff to give to Wonkyung when I screw up), and various other local specialty shops. It became very clear to me that Rye is where the rich white people in my area hang out.

I live in Port Chester. Downtown Port Chester is a fairly cute(?) mecca with lots of little shops like Radioshack, Salvation Army, some dollar stores, and many really good restaurants. From what I can tell (by the hundred million Brazilian, Mexican, and other South American restaurants and citizens or aliens that inhabit the town) Port Chester is not where the white people hang out.

Let's make something very clear...I am not that big of a racist...I don't mind having to speak slowly, repeating "Marlboro menthol lights" a billion times when I go into a grocery store not called Stop & Shop, or having the receptionist at a garage say "que" when I call to ask when they close, or getting stared at because I'm white...I mean yellow. In fact, I enjoy living in a predominately latino community. I like trying to understand people as they converse in Spanish or Portugese (heavy on the 'trying'). I love Brazilian barbeques. I like guarana (thanks to Avi). And...I really like being the tallest person walking down the street.

Anyways...I guess my point is...

my blogs are suck and are all over the place...yes...I just said that my blogs are suck and I'm not going to fix it...

OK...here's my one-liner to end my blog that sort of makes reference to the things that I was talking about:

When I got home, I soon felt and smelled the effects of being a lactard...although it was probably the Brazilian BBQ that I had for lunch.