Dec 18, 2007 23:13
Somehow, I ended up going to Men's Club with my Dad tonight. Men's club is a bunch of middle aged men from the community standing around drinking beer and later eating something greasy called "Drunken Chicken."
I feel very uncomfortable. I don't really want to talk to any of these men, but I have to now. I'm talking about my Literature degree from UCSC with this half-regretful, exhaling tone and they give me these weird looks and ask me if I was planning on teaching. My Dad mentions that I am a musician. They are talking about football and Jeff Garcia and college football and Chinese chefs cooking dogs and cats.
Later on there is a raffle for a bunch of far-from-desirable prizes (we won a Slinky-Phone, what's a Slinky-Phone?). During the raffle guys are encouraged to come up and tell jokes.
The high point of the night, for me is when one guy gets up and says, "What do a blonde and a brick have in common? A: At some point they both get layed by a Mexican." Right after his joke, one of the Mexican guys gets up and yells "I've never fucked a brick in my life!"
Tonight was the night that I decided I need to leave.