But it is a very special number, especially in latino culture; the fifteenth birthday is when a girl "becomes a woman" and is "revealed" to the world.
And it was my friend's 15th birthday yesterday!
Since she was, of course, a quinceanera, she through a quince años, and I had the honor of being one of the attendants!
Being one of the attendants, I was told that I would be waltzing with one of the female attendants and the quinceanera, however, the attendant dances were taken out of the mix
So, I had had a draft of a blog that I meant to publish a LONG time ago, so here it is: (Note: I've ridden my bike a lot since then)
Well, I think that a few of you have heard about what happened the last time I rode my bike, but I thought I'd fill you in with a few more details.
(If you haven't heard, basically, I had to get stitches.)
So, I'll have two different versions of the story posted; the first will be how it actually happened, and is rated PG; the second post will be