#abearica

Growing up in Fremont, California I was not exposed to any Lebanese people outside of my family, and family friends.  Many ignorant people assume that because Fremont is loaded with Afganis, Indians, Pakistanis, and Persians, that I fit right in, but I did not.  Lebanese is a whole nother ball park.  We are on the Mediterranean.  Lots of us have blonde hair and blue eyes.  We’re mostly Christian, and we love to party.  When I say we, I don’t mean me at all, just Lebanese in general.  I’m pretty much none of the aforementioned.  ‘We’ are also known for being very generous.  Accordingly, tonight in San Diego, a Lebanese guy offered to buy 10 of my Abearica shirts.  At first he said he was going to do it if I would take credit card.  I had to search the place for someone with a swiper.  Finally after finding one, he told me he had cash.   It was a funny joke to him, but I was more thrilled.  10 shirts?  That’s more than I’ve ever sold at one show alone.   to have 10 people walking around with my joke I’ll be honored.  I don’t even know what he’s gonna do with them.  There was only 3 people in his party. But being Lebanese he felt the need to support me, and I’m very grateful for that.  Makes me want to go out and find someone else Lebanese and do something generous for them.  Unfortunately I don’t live around any Lebanese people.  So I found a lesbian and gave her a free Abearica shirt.