Near the End

I wrote the wrong date on my notes this morning. I somehow lost around 4 days this weekend. It is April 27th and Yellow April will be over on Saturday. I do not know what I will be wearing.

Jean said I look like a big yellow banana and Aidee Dee said I wore a nice neutral color, at the bout. Which is true, none of the home teams are yellow.

I borrowed aface pajama pants, blue plaid, when mine were soaking wet from biking in the rain. The next morning I whined though they had dried. I did not want to put those yellow pants back on. And realized that was the moment, the test. Can you just wear a silly pair of pants please, out of principle? Can you have some discipline. And once they were on, things were no different and I forgot about it and the day went just fine. I did not put the blue pants back on when we returned.

In line at the oasis today, the barrista had a giraffe tattoo around her wrist, so fantastic (and yes it was yellow). I returned later and this girl with a yellow shirt got in line behind me.
She started singing and it was kind of odd.
She was holding a piece of paper that looked like a script all in Spanish with random words in bold so that I could only really read something like "yadayadayadaydaViejoyadayadayadaCancionyadayadayadaManos."
She asked if there was a particular reason I was wearing yellow, besides it being awesome?
Well yeah, you see, it is Yellow April so I'm only wearing yellow for the month.
And is there a reason for that?
No not really.
Cool, yellow is my favorite color. It looks great.

I had to leave for class. I didn't wait for change.