It was called Italian, and it contained: artichoke hearts, tomatoes, mozzarella, grilled green and red bell peppers, garbanzo beans, romaine and arugula lettuce, and came with a vinaigrette. Of course I added pepper and didn't eat the focaccia bread, because I am Rachel and I can.
Then we proceeded to walk around Berkeley in monkey masks. People smiled, children waved. and at one place we were stalked by paparazzi and had to take like 5 different pictures with people at the restaurant (where we were just getting a beer). I feel like my fifteen minutes of fame has come and passed all because of a monkey mask. Later, we met a professor of women and arts, who initially mistook us for "guerilla girls," a group of women that go to feminist art shows and tear bad representations of feminism/art of the walls. After explaining we were not, said, "gorilla girls," she proceeded to invite us to be her VIP guests at the next feminist art show, showcasing feminism and the recession. Basically it was a badass day. Here are some monkeys monkeying around.
Also, we had a dance off and are planning to make a music video. World prepare yourself.
I know, I am the shit. Praise me. Just kidding. No. Really. Don't.
