There's this story I've been wanting to blog about all week, but I just don't know where to even start. A friend of mine alluded to it on her blog. She left it up to me to elaborate.
Oh Mommy.
It started out with one white girl and one black girl going on an adventure in soul-food. (I was the white girl, in case anyone was wondering.) We thought it was going to be an afternoon of fried catfish, smothered pork chops and sweet potato pie.
It turned out to be afternoon filled with stories about a 6'7" drag queen named Lou-Lou who wanted to have a baby and who was told there was no way in H-E-Double-hockey-sticks he was ever going to be able to squeeze a baby out his you-know-what. Except those weren't the words used. The real words were used. Along with another word that starts with "mother" and rhymes with "trucker" but doesn't have much to do with parenting.
Did I mention we were the only two people in the restaurant? We were considered the "audience" and were given quite a show. It was like having tickets to the theatre. Except it was at less than half the price...and it was the R-rated version.
1 comment:
Oh...you did a much better job of saying what was said without actually saying what was said than I could ever have imagined. I would never have figured out a way to adequately convey Lou-Lou without using that "chaser" reference. Good job!
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