there's a color divide, its not black or white, its green
today i went on a harbor cruise in boston for my grandparents' 50th anniversary. it was a pretty good time, i always enjoy making fun of weird relatives with my brothers and counting how many times someone comments on either a) my brother's height (he's almost 6'5) or b) how much i resemble my mother. which doesn't bother me at all, i think my mom was a total babe when she was my age. that makes me wanna quote mean girls right here, "so, you think you're pretty?" haha christie i hope you appreciate that cause i never quote movies
anyways. they pulled up in a limo and we were holding signs that said "happy 50th" in big letters. it was fun, i love genuinely surprising the hell out of people. the boat was huge, like four floors and an outdoor deck on top. there were these 4 performers, two girls and two guys, who were wicked tacky and dressed up funny and dancing and singing corny songs. but for some reason i couldn't stop watching them. they were like weirdly addicting, like a corny 'nsync song or something. they sang a slow pretty song for my grandparents and we all stood around them while they danced. it was kind of a moment during which i realized the following things:
a) how can two people still be so smitten with each other after 50 years?
b) i'll never get to do this with my own parents
c) am i ever going to celebrate my own 50th anniversary, or am i going to continue getting bored after like a month into any kind of relationship?
yeah. i teared up a little when they were dancing. my mom did too. i guess all those dumb relatives were right, i am just like her. haha, kidding. kinda.
the food was good and we just so happened to be sharing the boat with a huge party of folks from a church outside of boston. so basically they were all black and hilarious. when the electric slide came on (yes, that cheesy), they all came rushing to the dance floor. it amazes me how every single black person has better rhythm than every single white person. okay that was overgeneralizing but seriously. put a bunch of each race on the dance floor and its quite a show.
tomorrow's mother's day and also my b-day celebration. since when are greeting cards five dollars? f'n ripoff.
anyways. they pulled up in a limo and we were holding signs that said "happy 50th" in big letters. it was fun, i love genuinely surprising the hell out of people. the boat was huge, like four floors and an outdoor deck on top. there were these 4 performers, two girls and two guys, who were wicked tacky and dressed up funny and dancing and singing corny songs. but for some reason i couldn't stop watching them. they were like weirdly addicting, like a corny 'nsync song or something. they sang a slow pretty song for my grandparents and we all stood around them while they danced. it was kind of a moment during which i realized the following things:
a) how can two people still be so smitten with each other after 50 years?
b) i'll never get to do this with my own parents
c) am i ever going to celebrate my own 50th anniversary, or am i going to continue getting bored after like a month into any kind of relationship?
yeah. i teared up a little when they were dancing. my mom did too. i guess all those dumb relatives were right, i am just like her. haha, kidding. kinda.
the food was good and we just so happened to be sharing the boat with a huge party of folks from a church outside of boston. so basically they were all black and hilarious. when the electric slide came on (yes, that cheesy), they all came rushing to the dance floor. it amazes me how every single black person has better rhythm than every single white person. okay that was overgeneralizing but seriously. put a bunch of each race on the dance floor and its quite a show.
tomorrow's mother's day and also my b-day celebration. since when are greeting cards five dollars? f'n ripoff.