...wait, I should probably put in a little more info into this misleading title, shouldn't I?
Alright, so here's what happened. Around 2pm yesterday, I had arrived from the subway station to the festival grounds for the Ethiopia Day festival (our New Year's is usually located [based on our calendar system] on September) to do some volunteer work. I met with my cousin who set me up with the gig in the first place and got to meet some of the other helpers (who were about his age [he's 10 years older than me - true story!] which was pretty cool), one which included his girlfriend which I've met once briefly - and had went to the high school I'm currently in! ^.^
I digress. After about an hour waiting around, taking a look around the park (I've been here many times, but it's still so cool) the head manager arrived and I spoke with her about setting up. She told me I would be working the HIV awareness station, and would be offering/handing out free flyers and sexual protection to people in order to.. .well, raise awareness.
For an immature teenager like me, the only thing that mattered to me was "LOLWTF WHY AM I HANDING OUT CONDOMS"
So, you can tell my surprise.
Around 5/6, and after a shitload of wind, my friend arrived with his brother and his cousins and we chatted for a while. Then in rained like a motherfucker. I spent a good thirty minutes trying to get rid of rain that was atop of the tents (and almost successfully ruining many Abesha women's hair - NEVER mess with an Abesha lady's hair), then I left with my friend and his brother to go get pizza. I suggested a different place, but he said we should go to another place about a few streets further.
So I followed. Then I got everyone lost by jaywalking and continuing down right on Bathurst instead of going down straight on Bloor St. West. Ten minutes later, we're at the pizza place after some direction recalculating, and I had some of the best pizza there (wound up getting two slices - the second slice being MUCH better - but not being able finish the second one, as the slices were fucking BIG). We made it back, I said goodbye to my friend, and went back to condom marketing.
We cleared about half the inventory by the end of the day, and the best part? The last condom I handed out was to another friend of mine who ALSO went to the same school as me and two other friends I mentioned earlier. The guy that was working with me must've had some sort of swag that I don't know of, because he got her and her friend giggling like motherfuckers (at this point, I was laughing out of bewilderment), and wound up giving her condoms as a result. They left, I'm still in shock, and the dude is all like "Welp, let's get packing! It's getting dark!"
So we finished packing, I asked her to sign my community hours sheet, and I went back to meet with my parents. By saying hello to the family that was near by and dangling condoms I stole ( ...I'm not that kind of guy) in their faces like an immature child, and went home with them.
After that, I listened to Jethro Tull's
, completing a signature request, and heading to sleep.
...and that's how I spent my Saturday.
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