first friday

for those of you notttttt in arizona, first friday is the first friday (duh.) of every month where you walk around downtown phoenix looking at art galleries, listening to live music, shopping cute little street vendors, eating food, live and very interesting forms of entertainment- hippies on the streets playing music and asking for money, magic shows, creepy men with mustaches swallowing fire.... you get the picture. it's awesome.

anyway, andrew and i decided to go.

in typical chelsey fashion, i haaaaaaaad to go to the bathroom. unfortunately, the only bathrooms are waaaay down Roosevelt at the circle K. this particular circle k (not like every single one isn't this way) is super ghetto. like, i think even andrew was scared (don't tell him i said that). but you gotta do what you gotta do when nature is calling. so there we were waiting around a big group of people- all matters of criminals, thugs, and creepers included- and i hear one G say to his friend (don't worry, i've edited the fun language)

"daaaaaaaang, that's a big 'A' watch. she thinks that ain't gonna get jacked?!"

in a look of sheer terror i turned to andrew, handed him my cute (somewhat large) gold nixon watch, he stuffed it in his pocket.... and we moved on to the next gas station.


never have i felt like such a little white girl in my life. not cool, circle k gangster, not cooooooooool.