After a recent facebook friend addition, I was thinking today of my blog and realized that some of you are probably still confused pertaining the name "Quiet Smitches". I've decided to document this story finally and let all of you in on the inside joke. And to those of you who have heard it eighty-seven times, sorry in advance. This story just never gets old to me.
To set up the scene, here's Alonso. Yup. Don't be jealous.
Most of you know that I worked at Forever 21 last year, but more importantly, I worked with a young fellow named Alonso {which you can read about here. In fact you might want to to get an additional brief history on my sassy friend.} He is probs the biggest diva I've ever met. Which is great. Most work nights with Alonso consisted of him telling me of his clubbing adventures and love-life, which he sometimes tried to edit for my sake but usually failed to do so--- thanks a bunch.Every night after the store closes we have to get together with our manager for the evening and talk about what we need to accomplish before we leave and clock out. As she gathered us around, trying to keep us quiet she proclaimed, "Alright. Quiet everyone, I have to give my smitch." As you can probably assume, most of us were just simply confused. Speech, smitch, what? We all just kind of stood there looking at each other in silence when Alonso steps in front. With the most diva attitude {including '4 snaps in a Z-formation'} he loudly stated, "QUIET SMITCHESSSA!" -- If you could have only heard it.
Of course I busted up laughing and as soon as I got home that night, I knew my roommates would appreciate the story just as much, if not more, than I did. Luckily, I was right. From that point on, "smitch" just becomes history.
So if you ever hear me saying that or calling someone that, consider it a compliment. It's def a term of endearment.
And lastly, thank you Alonso for being so you, smitch.
