Friday night, Rebecca and I jetted down to the OC for a BBQ with my Dad and his wife and her son and his fiance. Jetted is not only metaphorical, but also inaccurate. Crawled is a more accurate description of our progress on the freeways at rush hour on a Friday. Who knows why they wanted a BBQ on Friday, but that's the way it was.
We talked a bit with the step-bro and his fiance about what they're looking for in a wedding ceremony, since I have the honor of performing it.
The hamburgers were pretty good, and it was neat to see some of the remodeling they'd done on the house, even if it isn't really my style.
Had some tense political discussion. Dad may actually vote this year, though it seems unlikely. He generally is of the opinion that all politicians are useless. If anything, he leans to the right, but I don't think the Republicans share enough of his own homespun ideology to make him happy.
Anyway, Saturday we went out for soul food with Lisa, one of Rebecca's coworkers. We walked from our house to Jordan's Cafe, which is only a few blocks away. Naomi had recommended the place as the best soul food in LA, though I'm not sure why I should trust the judgment of someone who's on a raw food diet.
On the way over, we passed in front of a building that had some black kids hanging out in the yard in front. One of them declaims, "I hate people!" That's a sentiment I basically share, so I nodded sagely and moved on, but a couple seconds later, he amended it to "I hate white people!"
Since the little punk was about 12, it was more bizarre and funny than scary or threatening. After dinner, on our way back, he took the opportunity to shout "I hate white people" three or four more times. If he can work up some variations on his theme, he's ready for Da Poetry Lounge.
But getting back to the soul food, I ordered the Saturday special of turkey and cornbread, with some black-eyed peas. The peas were great, but the rest was nothing special. Becca braved the oxtails and found them pretty good, while Lisa went for liver and onions. The collard greens were not a big hit with either of the ladies; I had some of Monica's once and came to the same conclusion. Certainly the portions at Jordan's were enormous, but the food wasn't gonna keep bringing me back for more. I'm still up for trying Roscoe's chicken n waffles, but on the whole I think soul food just isn't for me.