Tuesday, April 7, 2009
So I spent at least 20 minutes a week where I think about I would wear to the Puerto Rican Day Parade in New York City.
Sometimes I think it would be cool to just go as a regular white guy and everyone would be all "hey, what are you doing here? You don't know about Puerto Rico." Then they surround me and are getting ready to fight me, and an Arcangel song comes on and I sing along and they are totally impressed then give me some awesome Rum and these smoking hot PR chicks teach me to dance right.
Then other times, I see outfits like this and realize that if I wore this, I would blend RIGHT IN.