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Baruch Houses, Manhattan

When I was in junior high, my cousin married a girl from Mexico City. Minutes before my mother and I were supposed to leave for the ceremony a couple pretty girls from class called and said they wanted to come over and hang out. I immediately declared that I wasn't going to the wedding, and when my mother rightly put the kibosh on that proposition, I actually burst into tears. I remember seeing the girls walking up my street as we drove away in our Chrysler minivan, my face puffy from screaming. The wedding turned out to be a super interesting Mexican Catholic fiesta affair with the bride's whole family showing up from south of the border. The reception afterward was a wash of Mexican cousins running around enjoying themselves. I sulked in the corner the whole time.
Adolescence is funny.