"I want to stay home and have a Big Slice or two. Besides, there isn't anything but crackheads in your neighborhood. And storefront churches make my allergies flare up"
Excuse? Reality? Alibis?
Ginny Mickelson NEVER came to H Street before 2007, and since that time she has ventured over to the northeast neighborhood exactly twice. Once when Rob forgot the evening's concert tickets and had to retrieve them from his house, and once when Rob's parents were in town and wanted to see where he lived. Other than that Ginny has successfully avoided her boyfriend Rob's calls, his pleading, his pantings to come visit him.
So far this year Ginny has used the following excuses multiple times: "I want to watch rerun of the Wire" five times. "I have a headache" three times and "I want to spend more time alone," seven times.
"He has funny German glasses, he likes the Shins, he has an Arsenal scarf," sighed Ginny. "And now the jackass lives in a place the Going Out Gurus recommend. I guess I have to get my ass into a cab and head over."
"I saw Napa used sun-drieds," said Ginny referring to the sun-dried tomatoes sprinkled liberally throughout NAPA's menu. "And that was the deal-sealer for me. No white woman with a college degree can pass them up. I am going to come over at 7 p.m. maybe 7:30 this Saturday. Tell him to make sure no black guys are hanging on the corner this time."
One of the black guys who had better not be hanging on the corner this Saturday around 7pm.