Friday, March 11, 2011
Outside of Mimi's, Colin and I were talking to our newly acquainted friends, Colbye and Arielle. Mid conversation, a black guy, who appeared to be a friend of Colbye and Arielle, walked by and interrupted us. His name is Happy, Happy Johnson. Colin knew him because he's kinda famous, wrote a children book or something. I knew nothing about him, I just thought that he was being disrespectful for not introducing himself, nor apologized, when he interrupted our conversations. He just stood there in front of me talking to the ladies whom Colin and I just met. Maybe I was tipsy, after all it was 4 in the morning after the crazy Krewe du Vieux parade and after party. I thought to myself, Happy Johnson, I bet he never cried before in his life since the name said for himself, Happy. Maybe when he cries, those tears are happy tears. What a great nickname.
I was tired and started to get cranky with this Happy stranger. I just wanted to take off and go home to sleep. To top that, I had a bike ride from Marigny all the way back to Riverbend to say the least. So I blurted, "Yo Chris Tucker, Jackie Chan's out of here!"
All of them looked at me, with disbelief.
Arielle got mad and yelled at me, "Why did you call him that, JACKIE CHAN?!"
I was laughing, she called me Jackie Chan. Colbye was just laughing at the twist of the racial joke back upon me, and Colin had an awkward white man giggle, since he didn't know whether it's appropriate for a white boy like him, who has one of the whitest name, to laugh at the joke.
2 weeks later, my buddy Alex came in town to visit, and I told him about the story. He actually took a class with Mr. Happy at Georgetown. That's his actual name. Small world.
Sorry Happy if that offended you. I don't think so since you're Happy, all the time.
