In a little bit over six hours, I’ll be on a bus back to Alabama. God, I wish Death-Phoenix would wise up and move to a metropolitan area so I don’t have to take a plane, train, bus and horse out to visit. Not like that would make me go back home any more, mind you.
I called Death-Phoenix to let her know when I was coming in and — surprise, surprise — Winston Shakespeare answers the phone all riled up as usual.
“Who is this? Why you need to speak to her?”
You’d better believe me and this Negro are going to have some words when I see him in person. I tell Death-Phoenix when I’m coming in town and she asks where I’m going to stay.
“Umm…I thought I would be staying with you.”
“No, you can’t stay with me…Winston said he doesn’t want you to stay in his house. Besides, his brothers are in town and they’re staying here. You might can stay with Ma’dea or get you a motel room.”
…the fuck? I’m startin’ not to like this Negro even more.
“And just where is Smokedawg staying since he doesn’t live in the old place?”
“Oh, he stays here with me and Winston.”
I see what it’s about now. She’s happy (I guess) and doesn’t want any Sperm Donor lookalikes roaming around. Real nice. The last thing I expected to do when going down there was get a hotel room. And of course, I can’t stay with Moms because her man don’t want me there. I mean, it’s his house and shit, but c’mon!
If I do end up staying at Ma’dea’s, I’d have to put up with the 90-degree heat (they’re always cold even in the dead of August), meddling Estranged Aunt and the gospel music and scriptures.
And worse off…no Internet.
I wonder if it’s too late to cancel?
A few words to the wise… CANCEL that trip…
I’m really thinking about it too. The bus doesn’t leave until 4:40am.
If this beginning is indicative of how your trip will go, I say, the writing is on the wall. Go quickly……in the opposite direction.
Cancel the trip. Cut your losses, call Death Phoenix say Happy Thanksgiving offer no explanations. Sound happy even. Call should take no more than 90 seconds. Better yet say “Happy Holidays” That should cover you until the new year.
Thanksgiving always sucked ask any indian or pilgrim. Dry bird is just nasty. Cancel and don’t call or say nothing; they’ll assume they did something wrong and send you a BMW for Christmas. Works everytime!
I agree, cancel the trip. If you are not welcome in your mother’s house, what is the point. AND do yourself a favor, be VERY clear with her why you cancelled the trip.. not just that you are angry. I can only assume that at some level, that shit hurts to have your mother tell you that you are not welcome in her house because her man said so… so when you tell her, tell her you are hurt and feel rejected. That is more honest and more likely to hit hit home that to say you are angry……
Just my 2 cents
Cancel and come to Denver!
(Seriously, cancel the trip and have a Thanksgiving you’ll actually be thankful for.)
Did u cancel that trip?
umm…can moms actually do things like that?
hey, gbb, i’m new to your site and feeling your pain.
at my house, we’d say if you have to go, a few of those little airplane liquor bottles might get you through. do you have anyone at all worth seeing there other than the relatives? any way at all to make your own good time?
sorry, this sounds like a real drag.
wanna come to richmond? we’ll be drinking by noon.