Chivalry is dead so I hear, so ok, I'll bring it back.

I was struggling with how to write this, if I should do it in first person because then everyone will know what is happening with me and I wont be mysterious anymore, or if I should do it and leave myself out but when I thought about how I would write it instead it just didn’t work out. I decided to write the truth because I have a question. Not exactly a question so much as when this happens I grunt to myself and I know why, now after many grunts and ‘what the fuck’ faces I decided to finally answer it on paper and get it out of my head.

I recently became a “girlfriend” for the first time in my life, I’m 22 years old. Of course I have dated and you know but to deem someone my “boyfriend” is quite a meaningful, kind of a big deal to me, it’s like a push away phrase of any guy friends. But have one and he is freakin amazing and always down to do fun things like me. One thing, he doesn’t pay for me most of the time, actually never, really.

There are two ways that I’m thinking about this.

Way #1 is we both are traveling. He lives in Australia and he has come to America to travel around with me for the whole summer. So he doesn’t have that much money at the moment and he needs to make it last the summer.

But…

Way #2 I is m your girlfriend. Doesn’t that mean you won over other guys A.K.A I could have not picked you, so shouldn’t I be like your princess. But is that old school of me to think that the boy is always trying to charm you and I guess one way to do that is paying for me, to make me feel protected or taken care of or some shit.

I can’t seem to let this go and I’m afraid that it will eventually come up, drunkenly or sober.

While writing the title of this article I thought of one more thing. The definition of chivalry is the qualifications of a knight, including courtesy, gentlemen, and generosity, especially toward a woman you want to be yours.

Open the door for me. Whether it be a door to enter a building, house, car and always let me go first into the door, where are your manners?

Wow, this piece is making my boo sound really bad. If he just opened the doors for me, the second part of that outburst would not exhist.

I should just ask / tell him what I want, its not that hard to ask or to open the doors for your lady, and we will both be happy.

The Green Tortoise

Fred told me about this hostel in San Francisco that he stayed at, he told me that it was one of the best, if not the best, hostels he had ever stayed at. It’s by north beach, by the Beat museum, and by the Garden of Eden and tons of XXX shops and clubs. Its located here, where it all began, where the hippies first made their marks. I thought we should stay for a night.

We checked into our room, 2 bunk beds and 4 beds. Fred and I were in the same room and in our room were 2 guys from Sydney. Tristan and Josh. Tristan was born in Australia then moved to New Jersey until he was 11 years old then moved back to Australia. His accent is not that deep. Josh had a stripped button down shirt, I think it was neatly ironed. Then we went down to the ballroom. It’s a large room with funky carpet with flowers and swirls and colors. A bunch of tables and booths like old school diner booths, a pool table, fooze ball table, a little risen stage with guitars, drums, bongos, stereos to hook up ipods. I have my ipod in right now listening to red hot chili peppers with my friend Chris playing a guitar next to me. I met him last night, he’s from Jersey and he just came from Portland. Fred and I met loads of people last night.

We all had a great time drinking beers and story telling. I had one of the funniest conversations of my life last night with my two Australian roommates and 2 Australian chicks. We were talking about head towels. You know you see some people with towels on their heads. I guess they don’t have a hat. Tristan had the idea of maybe openings up a head towel shop for those who need head towels. When we checked in the girl at the front desk told us that we can drink and smoke in the ballroom after 9pm. At 10pm Fred was rolling all of us a joint at a table in the middle of the ballroom. Some guy in crutches who had knee surgery and looked like a yeti with black hair and beard sold us an 8^th, he was just sitting at a booth smoking a spliff. No big deal.

That’s how it should be.

Pieces of the world come together at a hostel.

Different parts of the world come together and share memories, evenings, stories, and each others lives.

Golden Gate Park

i have been traveling with Fred. this is us at Golden Gate park in San Fran. We were walking through the Japanese Tea Garden. That park is amazing. the day before i went to the park with my friends hannah and alex and we just laid on the grass all day. i made hippie friends that were old and amazing, some surprisingly articulate.

rock the bells-summer 2010

As soon as I heard that there was a music festival dedicated just to hip hop music, I went on the website and bought 2 tickets.

Snoop doggy dog

Wu Tang-clan

A Tribe Called Quest

Slick rick

KRS-one

Immortal Technique!

Jedi Mind Tricks

Lauryn hill!

WHAAAAAAATTTTTT!!?

Wow I cant believe this. August 21^st in San Bernadino, CA. right before I have to go back to school. UNIVERSITY OF ARIZONA starts on August 23^rd. That will be my very last hoora of summer im sure. It will be the last summer fling I have and the last thing me and Fred will do together, besides drive back and have some nookie, that is if he extends his time in America and delays his flight. Anyway, go to rock the bells.

I am such a hip hop lover that I can’t not write about this concert that’s happening in two months. Let me know if your going.

Electric Daisy Carnival

peace. love. unity. respect. Electric Daisy Carnival

Carnival by definition.com standards is any merrymaking, revelry, or festival, as a program of sports or entertainment.

Carnival by my standards is the best, most fun filled, most loving place to be merry and be taken away into another world.

140,000 people showed up at this year’s Electric daisy carnival and they were all dressed by their imaginations. I went on Friday, but it went Friday and Saturday. 6 tents and 100 artists for 140,000 people to live in, explore, and love. It was held at Exposition Park and the memorial coliseum in L.A.

It was my first time at a rave and I was told that EDC was the biggest and best rave in the world. That was hard for me to believe because it’s only a half hour drive from my hometown in Long Beach. I could not even predict a little bit what I was about to experience and see. I went with a group of my guy friends, one being my Australian love. We went shopping the day before for costumes, apparently the craziest outfit you could pick out would not even be slightly crazy compared to what others were wearing. We picked out a great little orange shirt that said ‘hoochie mama’ for my baby, Fred and an energetic 80’s spandex aerobic outfit for me. The next day we were on our way. As soon as we got off the freeway it was packed and you could hear the heavy beat of the music bumpin a mile away. That’s when my vision was pushed and my reality erased.

We waited an hour for the rest of our friends to get there. Then, we went inside and I don’t think we ever really left.

There were food stands, a guy on jumpy stilts dancing like no other in the air, sculptures that looked like they were made out of wire, a big ferries wheel, rides, stages with TV’s and light shows, tons of loving people dancing like nobody is watching. This was all before the sun went down. Then as it went down, we made our way into the coliseum.

The coliseum was packed. Imagine it, thousands of people in the stands so when you have a 360 view all you see is specs with lights and thousands of people in the center where the field would be dancing. Kaskade was so sick, I mean I did not stop dancing his whole entire set and neither did the whole of EDC. We were all one, we all felt each other, even the specs on the opposite side of the coliseum felt like they were beside me.

The show was just that, a spectacular show and feast for the soul and eyes and ears and body. Brazing fires and fire works and Kaskade written on the screen in unison with what he was playing. I was afraid to say it but that was a perfect night.

Everything was perfect.

Since it was my first rave I had nothing to compare it to. I heard many times from people that they had never seen anything like that. You must go, but only if you’re a loving person.

Peace. Love. Unity. Respect, among all.