Tuesday, October 14, 2014

My Wife and I Hung Out with Black People Last Saturday

She has animals on her sweater. 

There was a time in my life when I was cool. That's not true. That's not even close to true. But there was a time in my life when I played basketball, and hence, hung out with black people. It was glorious. We listened to Redman. We played Madden. One time my boy Jermaine let me wear his gold tiger medallion to the club. No he didn't, he let me wear it to Wawa. Still, y'all can't even front, you know I looked fly as fuck ordering that meatball hoagie.

But those days are long gone. Now, the only black people I come in contact with are two semi-black people I work with (they both have health insurance) and the brothers who sell mix CDs on the corner of Broad and Chestnut. My life has never been so boring. I literally watch Antiques Roadshow every Thursday. But last Saturday, on a night normally reserved for sweatpants, I put on my dopest outfit because my wife's workmate (who is like, legit black, like she lives in North Philly and everything) invited us to her 40th birthday party at a Center City bar.

Now, what you need to understand is, we were the only whities invited. Like, the ONLY ones. And this was fine, because black people literally don't give a shit about anything, but it still helped when Sandra (the woman whose birthday it was) came over and gave us big ole hugs when we got there. She at least made us feel like we sort of belonged. For the first five minutes of the party, my wife and I just stood around and tried not to be annoying (while I stuffed my face with meatballs) until my wife excused herself so she could use the bathroom. I figured instead of pretending to scroll through my Instagram feed, I might as well approach the beautiful nubian princess standing at the bar. Because that's what life is all about, isn't it?

These are not the chicks I was hanging out with...
but they very well could have been. 

My opening line was fucking terrible. Just terrible. I mumbled something weird about wanting to go through her purse (it was resting on the bar) and she played along nicely, saying I wouldn't find much in it if I did, but I quickly realized that I was losing her. Then she ordered a club soda from the bartender, and I noticed a little baby bump on her bell, so I figured I'd go for it.

"Are you expecting?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"How far along are you?"

"Six and a half months."

"Ohhh SCHNAP!" I said. "That's pretty far along."

And that's when Tamika lost it. Tamika (that was her name, the black woman's name was Tamika) started cracking up and turned to her friend next to her and goes, "Oh no he said 'Oh snaps.'" Not what I said. I would never say, "Oh snaps," but whatever. I had ingratiated myself among them.

Tamika and I kept talking for a few minutes (about pregnancy, her husband, and why I thought Miles was a much better name than Bacari), but then when I went to take a sip of my drink I somehow got my straw wedged in between my nose and my glasses. I don't even know how that's possible, to get a plastic straw jammed against your face, but there I was, talking to a beautiful black (pregnant) woman for like eight seconds with a goddamn straw dangling off my face.

When I realized the straw was there, I quickly yanked it loose and said to Tamika, "Yo Tamika, did you see what I just did?" and she was like, "Yeah, but I didn't wanna say anything," and I was like, "YOU GOTTA TELL ME THAT SHIT, WOMAN. I'M WHITE!" and that's when Tamika and I became best friends forever.

Later, when I was talking to a lady who was recently voted one of the TOP 19 MOST STYLISH WOMEN IN PHILLY about my skateboarding giraffe hat (and whether or not I was cool enough to wear it), I knocked a full drink off the bar and spilled club soda everywhere. Then I apologized to a couple brothers wearin' sport-coats and asked "Did I get you?" and they said "Naw it's cool." My wife then yelled at me to clean it up so I got on my hands and knees to tried and soak up the mess with cocktail napkins while the Top 19 lady just stood there bouncing to that song "I Ain't Never Scared" by Bone Crusher.

Honestly, black people don't give a fuck.

And it was an absolutely fantastic evening.

Pics available upon request.




You've probably already seen this -- it's been going around the internet for the past few days -- but here's a video of 38-year-old White Chocolate Jason Williams straight killin' it in an Orlando rec league. I highly recommend checking it out. Orrrrrr read this great interview with Parks n Rec writer Megan Amram about her new book, "Science... For Her!" Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr just look at this pic of a giraffe riding another giraffe. That's probably the better move. 

10 comments:

  1. This is amazeballs.

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  2. I was also invited to this party. FYI

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  3. HAHAHHAHAHAHHA! I am literally wiping tears from my huge cheeks at the train station. Please tell us where it was.

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  4. Evvvvvvv!???? What happened to the "a new TVMWW every Wednesday" plan? I keep coming back, hoping that there will be some new gem for me to devour, only to be disappointed. I don’t even care if it’s a real gem. You can give us cubic zirconia blogs and I would be happy. It's been 4EVer since the hangin' with black folks post (which I have to say was exceptional), but my period is returning quicker than your blog posts. There hasn't been so much as a fun/cute animal pic in the last 30 days. I've had to resort to (gasp!) your other blog. I'm a girl, Evan. I shouldn't have to get my fix from a sports blog! Now would you puhleeeeze come back? Hell, even once a month might satisfy me. I've been on my knees praying to a god I don't believe in for more Evan prose, and damn it, my knees are fucking sore. Show a little mercy. All that being said, if writing this blog has become more like a chore than something you enjoy.....if the spark isn't there anymore.....if you no longer get a little wood when a great blog idea starts to germinate in your head, I'll understand if you ride off into the Blogger sunset. It's been a good run. I will miss it. I love reading your stuff. Seriously. You have skills. But I guess after an appropriate mourning period (what's the proper etiquette? 5 days? 6 days?), I will find a replacement. I have cerebral needs, you know? *sigh* Do you know any other deserving, smart, funny, pervy young men looking for new blog groupies?

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    1. Oh my God I love you and you have inspired me to come back. To be honest, I've had a couple posts in the chamber (not really true), but just haven't gotten around to writing them. And on top of that, my wife has been watching a lot of Nine Oh and I just can't handle it. So yes, you're right, I should be able to get a post up each Wednesday. SOMETHING, RIGHT? Oh my God I seriously love you so much DMKRS whatever the hell that stands for. Let's go get some soosh together.

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    2. YAY! You made me so happy I think I just pee'd a little! And no, that doesn’t mean you can tell your buddies you made some internet chick wet. As for the soosh, it would be a blast I'm sure, but I don't see a trip to Philly in my future anytime soon. Treat the Mrs instead....after you do some writing.

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  5. I need more Evster like I need a hole in the head!

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