What I Did Over Spring Break: The Musical

So, as a couple of you college students out there know, it's about time for Spring Break. Some of you have it in a couple weeks, and some of you have already had it. Unfortunately for me, today was my first day back to school :'(

I only had two classes, so it wasn't all that bad... but still, all I kept thinking about was how desperately I wanted to be at home watching reruns of Looney Toons and eating cereal in bed. SPRING BREAK HOW I MISS THEE.

But now that I'm home from school and willing to procrastinate a little further on this huge paper I have due wednesday (take THAT, ethics!) I'm going to give you a brief look at what happened to me during Spring Break... mostly the end part, because the beginning was spent recovering from the hectic madhouse that is my life.

SO. Here's one fun thing I did: I went to the Florida Strawberry Festival. 

It was my first time going since I was maybe six or seven, and I hadn't even been to a real fair or carnival in a loooong time. So it was kind of intimidating, walking through all the crazy rides and the smell of fried possum and bicycle tires... plus it was freaking boiling outside, so that didn't help much.

But I did figure out that the cheesiness, dirtiness, and unhealthiness of state-fair-type-events are actually kind of beautiful. I ended up taking a lot of pictures around the fair for visual inspiration.

And speaking of visual inspiration, that is how I picked the ONE RIDE my little sister and I were allowed to go on. As we were walking around, I spotted this ride and I knew we were soulmates:

I mean, can we just take a minute to look at that beauty and understand how great it is? My sister was a little wary about spending her one ride based on its appearance alone, but I basically dragged her into the line. 

JUST LOOK! IT'S A PINK T-BIRD! AND JIMI HENDRIX! AND BOB DYLAN! AND MULTICOLORED NEON RECORDS! EVERYTHING I WANT IN LIFE!

On the inside of the ride was an "artist's rendering" of Elvis, which is something that I automatically relate to I-Drive, the famous tourist street in Orlando. I don't know why shoddy gift shops have this fascination with painting Elvis on their storefronts. I've also noticed that the paintings are absolutely beautiful and realistic...

Until they get to the face.

Now I don't know what Elvis actually looked like, because obviously I've never seen him in person.... but I'm pretty sure that's definitely not it.

The reason we went to this fair in the first place, however, was that we had tickets to see The Coasters, one of my sisters' favorite Motown groups. We had okay seats, but my camera's zoom function most definitely came in handy. Good ol' Powershot strikes again.

The fashion inspiration I gained from this concert was how freaking DAPPER they were, in their matching suits with bowties and pocket squares. If I was a man, I swear I'd dress like that every day, I don't care how sweaty I'd be in the summer.

THE POCKET SQUARE UGH GOD HELP ME I LOVE IT

The crowd was mostly composed of the elderly, a good amount of whom were, as my dad said, "severely medicated" throughout the entire concert. When they showed a group of people on the Jumbo-trons, about half of them would be sitting there, staring ahead, possibly drooling.

They must have been in for a shock when halfway through the show it started to pour.

As you can see, there wasn't a lot of shelter from the storm (Dylan reference anyone? Heyyyy!) so about 2/3 of the audience crowded underneath these bleachers and watched the show through a tunnel, and that's where I took these pictures from, safely nestled between an old woman and a man selling what he called "jumbo corndogs".

I love the two people standing together under that black umbrella. See it? So cute.

Here's an EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE picture of my sister and I being all rock-and-roll after getting drenched trying to "wait out the storm" in our seats. I was wearing a thin white shirt. Once I realized that, I knew I had to find cover, lest a bunch of old men get a lovely wet-tee-shirt scenario. No thanks.

And finally, I bought my new favorite pair of glasses from a fifties-themed store in Orlando the next day. A pair of red cat-eyes with rhinestones on the corner, an absolute bargain at nine bucks. They're a thing of beauty.

By the way, this is a picture of Alejandro and I being all dorky at a concert Saturday night (we went to see Jukebox the Ghost, in case you were wondering). 

Seriously though, I feel so good about purchasing those glasses. Even though I get strange looks every time I wear them, I really like the way they work with my (admittedly monochrome) wardrobe, and they just look freaking COOL.

Have you found your accessory soulmate?

Feels pretty awesome.