Who: Mari and Mao. What: A real life actual official zomg date. Where: The movies! When: Saturday afternoon/evening. Rating: TBA.
Mari had told Mao to be ready by seven. But actually, she was ready by five. Whoever said all Cubans ran on Cuban time had clearly never met Mari. She was always ready two hours before she had to be somewhere. Better to be safe than sorry after all. She got into her car at around six and began driving around. She had made it to his house in less than twenty minutes, but she was still too early. So, she circled his house a few times, passed by the nearest Walgreens to get some gum, drove around some more until she was so bored that she decided to call him.
The first call went to voicemail, and though tempted to leave a voicemail, she didn't and kept on driving. Eventually, she parked nearby and started fiddling with her CD player. Someone had made her a CD of a ton of Cuban hits that she had requested. It was her own personal Cuban mix CD, and she absolutely loved it. There was a little Gloria, a little Willy, a little Celia. It was awesome. And though few people could understand the appeal of this type of music, Mari clearly felt the connection in her blood.
By the time 6:50 rolled around, Mari had already heard several songs on her Cuban mix CD of awesome more than three times. As much as she loved this music, it was getting a little too repetitive. So, she drove by the front of his house again and tried to call him on his cell phone. She was eager to talk to him to check on his status and bit on her lip nervously when she heard it start to ring, humming softly to herself, "Lo que esta pa'ti nadie te lo quita."