Once upon a time, I imagined that I would like to experience La Tomatina in Bunol, Spain.
But rather than going all the way to Spain, I chose to participate in the Tomato Royale at the Alameda County Fairgrounds in Pleasanton.
Exotic, I know.
I was dating Luke at the time and he and I hooked up with two guys who in turn hooked up with two girls and we drank beer non-stop until just a few minutes before tomato throwing time.
Then, the two guys pushed their way to the front of the gates and we followed. We were some of the first people to hit those tomatoes and discover that. . .
. . . THEY WERE ROTTEN.
Yeah, we were standing in a pile of hot, stinking, rotting tomatoes.
I grabbed a handful, crushed them, and launched them at my boyfriend.
He proceeded to drip them over my head.
I reminded myself to keep my mouth closed.
Remarkably, if the tomatoes weren’t crushed, they were rather hard and it felt like getting hit in the head with a baseball.
I quickly tired of the sport and decided to go clean up with a hose.
Best part of the day: Taking a shower outdoors with that hose.
2nd best part of the day: getting asked by the two guys and two girls if we wanted to “hook up” with them in their hotel room.
We said no. But it was a nice invite!