Sassy Black Friend

The vacation continues…

I’m still off with the family. Right now we’re in Phoenix, staying at what my father is calling a “damn modern monstrosity.” Otherwise known as a nice hotel. Things are going pretty well, except for the ridiculous heat. 108 degrees in the middle of a city is really, really hot folks. I will shut up about DC summers when I get back.

Since I’m the only one who hasn’t adjusted to the different time zone here, I have a lot of time to myself in the morning. Today I had the following conversation on Gtalk with the boyfriend:

Me: How’s work?
He: Terrible. Everyone is talking about Michael Jackson instead of working.
Me: Lame. How was the weekend with J and company?
He: Fun actually. Paul and I are having a Bromance I think.
Me: No you didn’t. You are not allowed to watch MTV anymore.
He: LOL. Just kidding. I got great pictures for you to see. And a big bruise on my back from falling off the deck.
Me: Great. How’s the house? Did you buy anything new?
He: House is fine. I got a couple things when we went to the outlets. J approved on your behalf. Mostly towels and shit. And I did research on discount ceiling fans so we can buy one for the hothouse basement when you come home.
Me: Oh good. Mom will be happy, she says she has nightmares about you working out down there and dying from the heat.
He: She’s nuts.
Me: I know. But I told her it’s just like hot yoga.
Me: Jesus we’re boring. Let’s get drunk and go crazy when I get home.
He: Well, the Real World kids were at the Big Hunt the other day, so anything could happen.
Me: Gross. Tell J, she’ll freak out. That used to be her place. Even after college.
He: Will do. I gotta go pretend to do some work. Try not to have too much fun without me.
Me: Uh huh. My dad wants to play golf today.
He: Bougie.
Me: Shut up. Tiger, Tiger Woods y’all!