apparently this middle age black man pays a ukranian woman to organize his annual party.
his girlfriend, very light skin black woman was the ground director of the layout. the invitation was
quoted as sayhing come chic and relaxed and some theme was suggested "Sahara Dreams"
well, a turkish white collarless pullover shirt of cotton and kakhi pants was the response.
the gazeboo was the exact length of the pool in the backyard. 50 feet by 15 feet or so.
there were clumsy mixes of hip-slop music straight from main stream and morroccan love ballads.
the lesiure pursuit area was enclosed by a fence...the rest of the backyard consisted of a looping
road around a garage and a sizable patch of grass. people who smoked cigarettes were directed
to to off spot. there were volunteer watchmen down the slope front entrance to check off the guests
and one doorman to the fenced off main party area connected to the house and one more in the house
that served more as a food watcher...among the expensive knickknacks around the house. strange,
being the one of maybe four white guys at the party seeing these black attendents made them be
treated as one of the guests.
then the lackluster belly dancing began. two women. not an accompaniment man with them.
seemed kind of sexist dancefloor show, but the is the upper middle class world...bourgeois as shit.
the word chic is the definition of high ambition. not all the songs containing MLK dream speech
will not change this FACT. whatever defience will be bullshit. in the living room of the hundred year old
house, there is a prominent poster framed, overwhelming the faux pas harlem reneissance prints
on the white walls...the effiel tower. the damnest thing i have never seen displayed before.
more on the upper middle class black party from this white man. time to go see TWO DAYS IN PARIS.
his girlfriend, very light skin black woman was the ground director of the layout. the invitation was
quoted as sayhing come chic and relaxed and some theme was suggested "Sahara Dreams"
well, a turkish white collarless pullover shirt of cotton and kakhi pants was the response.
the gazeboo was the exact length of the pool in the backyard. 50 feet by 15 feet or so.
there were clumsy mixes of hip-slop music straight from main stream and morroccan love ballads.
the lesiure pursuit area was enclosed by a fence...the rest of the backyard consisted of a looping
road around a garage and a sizable patch of grass. people who smoked cigarettes were directed
to to off spot. there were volunteer watchmen down the slope front entrance to check off the guests
and one doorman to the fenced off main party area connected to the house and one more in the house
that served more as a food watcher...among the expensive knickknacks around the house. strange,
being the one of maybe four white guys at the party seeing these black attendents made them be
treated as one of the guests.
then the lackluster belly dancing began. two women. not an accompaniment man with them.
seemed kind of sexist dancefloor show, but the is the upper middle class world...bourgeois as shit.
the word chic is the definition of high ambition. not all the songs containing MLK dream speech
will not change this FACT. whatever defience will be bullshit. in the living room of the hundred year old
house, there is a prominent poster framed, overwhelming the faux pas harlem reneissance prints
on the white walls...the effiel tower. the damnest thing i have never seen displayed before.
more on the upper middle class black party from this white man. time to go see TWO DAYS IN PARIS.