Hiding from Daylight
Watching TV...
Jesus Christ. This has been WeirdAssWeekend 2002.
Friday was the TMBG concert.
Saturday my dad's cousins and their children and such came in.
Cousin Larry is 'dark-skinned' (I don't want to say black... I guess I can see where people come from... this is a racial revelation to me). He's not related by blood, of course. By marriage to my cousin Pat.
I got to look after their adopted child, Brian, who I think might be half black, I'm not sure. There, it's easier when you're talking about half and half. Hm. Odd.
Well, today I went to the... drumroll... SUBURBS! It was a cousin's birthday... Oh, god. It was REALLY awful today. This one kid, who I'm embarrased to have the same name as, but am happy I'm not related to, kept singing... 'Hot in Herre', The Fresh Prince theme, Without Me, and Baby Got Back. Jesus Christ. He was saying yo. "Dude, I'm almost done, yo"... Thank god his brother was a LITTLE smarter... he said something along the lines of 'Hey, yo, get 'yo' ass upstairs, 'yo'' very mockingly. But I saw him on AIM. He was making Yo Mama jokes and he and a friend were calling each other gay. I was going to vomit. I ended up talking to my parents and aunt and uncle.
It's these moments where I want to hurt someone, but also feel like I'm not influenced by corporate america and feel like the least white person in the room.