9:05 p.m Friday: Hearing a very agitated Mexican woman screaming at the top of her lungs in Spanish at her son in the alley behind my condo.
9:25 p.m. Friday while going out to my car: Seeing said woman, hitting her son (who towered over her) and stood between her and his pregnant
9:30 p.m. Friday, while driving to Harry's: Seeing a group of little girls dressed in grass skirts, plumeria headbands, and tank tops practicing hula dancing in a carport.
10:55 a.m. Saturday, while at Harry's: Seeing a woman walking down the street in her pajamas and a huge towel turban.
11:03 p.m. Sunday, while blogging: Hearing some serious gangsta rap, alternately criticizing and (presumably) praising bitches, hos, and other members of my gender.