September 27, 2013
So last year, I went to the festival alone and was there for barely an hour. This year, I asked my friend, Alicia, to come with and we had a blast!
We got to the festival close to 8pm. The first thing I wanted was a pork souvlaki and loukoumades. The line wasn't too long for either so we got those right away. The line for a gyro was ridiculous and I refused to wait in line.
I was looking forward to having some ouzo since I never drink any AND it's always so much fun to introduce new people to it!
Her face after having a shot of ouzo for the first time. Rookie.
I, on the other hand, like to sip them down gradually and really taste the black liquorice.
I LOVE loukoumades . . .
I really wish that I could have eaten more and what's funny is I was looking at my Greek fest blog from last year and I got the EXACT same foods. A souvlaki and loukoumades!
Alicia tried a Greek beer.
I personally had a total of 4 shots of ouzo. My friend had to drive so she did not and they were delicious.
The ouzo didn't feel so great when I was leading the Greek dancing and going so fast.
The girl in orange jumped right along when I was dancing alone and then a line formed, haha!
I love my culture.
This boy loved dancing with me and I just had to take a picture of him in his Greek outfit. He saw my friend and I leaving and gave us hugs, haha.
As I was dancing, I stopped over and saw a little baby and her dad on the dance floor. Alicia was standing next to the mom, on the grass. So I go to say "Hi" to the little girl and I pick her up (the mom and dad were probably freaked out by some stranger doing that) and I went to put her back down and she reached up for me to hold her again. It was the cutest thing. I loved her!
On our way out, we stopped at this petting zoo area/rock climbing, ahah.
This donkey named, Margarita, loved her!
I fell in love with this Lama, though it scared me which is why I kept my distance, and it reminded me of the Emperor's New Groove!
Just when this picture was going to be taken, the Lama made a sudden movement which frightened me and led me to stand statuesque like to be like I wasn't there.
THEN I decide that I'm going to rock climb . . . even though I'm afraid of heights.
That ouzo had me doing some crazy stuff!
I barely even got half way and was like, "I need to come down, it's too high!"
All in all, the night was a success. I think Alicia understands a small portion of what it's like to be Greek.
We left around 10:30pm after 2 and a half hours of Greek food/drinking/dancing fun!
Little did we know that our night was over . . .
We're at a stop light, in my friends truck, talking and all of a sudden, BOOM! We get rear ended. I had 4 shots in me so let's just say I was slightly tipsy. We both were fine but I roll my eyes, sigh, and get out of the truck to make my way back to where the car hit.
As I'm walking back, the car is reversing and slowly pulling into the gas station. So I trot across the street, assuming the car is pulling in to a safer area. I was wrong. As I'm trotting, I notice the car is driving through the gas station and now going through the parking lot. I don't know what switch went off in my head BUT my trot, turned into a full on sprint.
Apparently my friend reversed her truck and pulled in through the same way and started following the car and me. I'd been sprinting, a good 10 feet between the car and myself the whole time since it wasn't driving fast. I hear, "Get in!" and I look behind me and my friend was there but the car was still driving so I told her to follow the car and I'll keep running straight to cut it off. As she's following the car onto a side street, her truck does a 360 but I see that she was fine and no one was around so I kept running. I was literally, 5 feet from reaching this car (though I had no idea what I was going to do when I did reach it) and the car turned onto a main street BUT my friend was right there yelling, "Get in!" At this point, I could barely breathe but I was yelling, "follow the car!" and about half a block, not even, the car finally stops and turns around.
It was a woman, MY MOM'S AGE, and she'd been drinking which is why she was trying to leave the scene. I was FURIOUS. To think that she had the audacity to hit us and then try and leave. That clearly did not sit well with me hence the sprinting after the car. My friend got out of the truck and I'm all, "Wait! Be careful!" HAAH AFTER the fact that I'd just run like a lunatic through parking lots. I guess I just didn't think that this person could be armed or have more people in it, I just reacted as I noticed it leaving.
My friend and I and the super dumb lady were all fine. She tried crying and I was not having it as I'm asking for her photo ID and Insurance. I was all, "Why, thank you Kimberly" I was pissed. Then we noticed that the front of her car was leaking stuff, and she said she lived a block away, SO we followed her to her street just to be sure she got home okay then we left.
WHAT A NIGHT.
Well, I guess we never really know how we're going to react or act in situations until they arise.
Just call me an OG . . . Ouzo Gangster.
Live. Life. Out. Loud.