Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Dinner Date

In all my wisdom, I decided to have a dinner at my house, my boyfriend wanted to have dinner with my grandmother and myself, and decided that he also wanted to taste my cooking.  WONDERFUL!  I set out to make my Crawfish Jambalaya, peach/blueberry cobbler, and a nice tossed salad.  I thought, oh this will be a nice quaint meal at home. 

Little did I know, that my grandmother wanted me to clean the house until it shined like the top of the Chrysler Building (if you know what movie that's from, we're now best friends).  It took me two days to clean my already spotless home.  If it stood still for longer than two seconds, it was vacuumed, I think I vacuumed the dog once or twice.  I EVEN CLEANED THE CLOSETS!  WHY?????  I have decided that the next time we invite someone over, it will be easier to just MOVE! 

When preparing the meal, my grandmother could/would not leave me alone in the kitchen for two seconds.  She was so worried that he would not like the food, or that the house was not clean enough.  She kept saying "Son, he's from the upper crust."  JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST, I am dating the man, not trying to get a loan from him.  I told her, Maw Maw, I'm not keeping up with the Jones' but OH NO!   So after I dusted and made the beds, and  WASHED THE CARS!!!!!!  Mowed the lawn, trimmed the hedges, I took a two hour power nap.  I was awakened by my grandmother reminding me once again that we were having a distinguished guest for dinner!

 When he finally arrived, it was such a load off my mind, b/c if I had cleaned any more, or vacuumed any more, we would have had no counter tops or carpet left! I felt like Hyachent from "Keeping Up Appearances" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keeping_Up_Appearances

My lovely grandmother has gone into shock mode of culture shock.  AHHHHH!!!!    Someone save me!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Karaoke or hell? You be the judge!

I went to my favorite bar in the world "The Cajun Cove", and if you haven't been well then you need to go.  They have a wonderful little karaoke room, so that if you hate karaoke, you can dance your head off in the club.  I was there, and my friend who shall remain nameless decided he was going to sing.  I was ever so happy to see him come out of his shell, and do something that people could react to, you see he is a mental case.  I know that sounds so mean, but TRUST ME, if you knew him, you'd say the same thing.  He gets up and starts singing MY SONG!!!!!  "Home" by Michael Buble', let me just say, if Michael had heard that rendition of his song, he WOULD HAVE GONE HOME!!!!!  Oh my god, it was horrible, as a gay man myself I can kinda say this...  Fags can handle just about anything,  but bad singing isn't something we can deal with, well unless the guy is hot.  So when everyone started leaving, I felt so bad for him.  I wanted and tried to get on stage to help, and he said  "I CAN SING JUST AS WELL AS YOU CAN."  (Let me put in a tiny side note) When I attended college the first time, I was on a full vocal scholarship for my lyrical baritone voice.  I'm not bragging, but I know I don't sound like two cats tied together thrown over a clothes line!  OK back to being a nice guy...  I let him finish mutilating a beautiful song, and made sure that everyone who was either deaf, or stayed out of pity clapped...  (Remind me that buying people sympathy shots isn't cheap.)  OK, I lied about being nice... 

OK, I am saying that this is an example of Feedback Messages...  I am "verbally" telling you my reaction to this traumatic musical experience. 

Here is a link to the cajun coves website...


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

First Blog

I created this blog for an assigment in Speech 210 at brcc taught by Dr. Sells - However, I've been doing blogs and creative writing for some time.

I'd like to talk about cultural differences.  I am dating a man who I would say was a big culture shock for me when I started dating him.  He will remain nameless, but he is a CEO of a business in Louisiana, and I was not used to being around someone who had more education than myself, not to mention more education than my parents who are both teachers with master degrees.

When we first started courting (dating) I was very skeptical about how long this relationship would last, because all I saw was (for anonymity purposes we'll call him Joe Blow) this educated man, whom I'd never match wits with.  Pun not intended by the way!  I was worried that the money differences would get in the way as well.

After about three weeks of dating him, I realized that although we might come from two different backgrounds, and educational, and monetary differences, none of that matters to us.  We have made concessions to make sure that neither party ever feels left out in a situation, be it him attending one of my karaoke gigs, or me at a semi formal theater opening.

That is how I've moved past the honeymoon and crises phases of culture shock, and culture differences.