So it's 6:00 on Friday and I realize I am the Grand Marshall of the Latino Heritage Parade in Pasadena the next morning -- and yikes!
I don't have a single thing to wear!
My father was from Mexico and my Spanish is conversational, but my closet is full of Talbot's.
I beeline it down to Olvera Street and for $29 -- voila! A Oaxacan blouse, sash and fake flower and I am Senorita Zavala.
The car I'm riding is, by the way, is a 1973 French something-or-other that has been in enough movies for a SAG card.
What kind of Grand Marshall would I be if I didn't throw candy to the kids. Add $20 for that and the total comes to $49. I also got $20 in cash but I realized later I forgot to get it from the cashier. Damn. Have you ever done that? I won't add that in.
The funny part was when adults actually would yell, "Hey -- over here! Over here!"
I don't know if anyone actually knew who I was, but what the heck. Tuve un gran tiempo! And what a bargain.