Every year our town does a huge Greek Festival and it’s awesome. Why is it awesome? Because I can shove as many chicken pitas and baklavas into my mouth and justify it by saying I’m “appreciating culture”. For reals yall- the Greeks know how to throw a party. My cousin/sister/bestie Mary and I took Bud for lunch there and met up with some of our other friends and babes. It was so much fun to try and navigate a stroller through crowds… wait. That part wasn’t fun. The fun parts: 1. the food 2. watching adorable little children dressed in traditional garb dancing around 3. the food and 4. hiding in the Greek soldier’s peripheral vision.
And you want know my favorite part? I love that the teenage boys were 100% unapologetic about their heritage. They were dancing on the stage and walking around in costumes… and their moms weren’t making them do it. YES PLEASE! I feel like most tween boys would be texting Siri just so they wouldn’t have to have real conversation or sneaking Marlboro Lights behind a dumpster or discussing their next Xbox victory. But these dudes were killing it on stage and having the time of their lives.
Dear Boys, please never change. You give me hope that not all teenage boys blare LMFAO out of their Tahoe and drink Busch Light in their parents’ garage.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have 567809 miles to run off the copious amount of
baklava culture I ate.