after a little discussion, it was decided that we'd go to dinosaur bbq in harlem.
the kids are typical orange county white kids - 6-figure parents, sterile concrete garden communities, completely shielded from the realities of life. if i had to describe them in one word, it would be WonderBread.
to make a long story short, when we got off the train at 125th street, we walked past a barber shop, when one of the girls commented, "hey i ought to go in there and get my hair done. then when i come out, i can walk around harlem saying, 'yo; i'm black.'" the horrible fake accent was nothing compared to the fact that a black woman, walking the opposite direction, was right in front of us when she said it.
as i covered my face in humiliation, the other kids scolded her because "the harlem people heard (her)."
the rest of the evening went off without a hitch though - they loved the barbeque and we got to meet the owner!!
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