Having A House Par-tay

Black people love having a house party.  A house party can happen at any time.  All you need is three black people, a Friday or Saturday night, papercups, and a “taste”. 

Here’s how it goes.  Let’s say you work all week and stop by your friend’s house and then another friend stops by.  Voila, you got the beginnings of the making of a par-tay.  Black people like to have a ”taste”.  This is an ole school word, but that’s okay. If you black, you know what I mean.  Even though black people like a taste they never actually bring one with them.  As a matter of fact, what you have on hand is their “favorite” taste. If you don’t, then everybody has to count their change  and try to come up with enough for a fifth - no, I mean a pint.  There’s always somebody got a crumbled dollar or two and there’s always somebody with only 97 cents.  They never have a whole dollar, its always 53 cents or 42 cents.  When they borrow its always odd amounts.  They never ask to borrow a whole dollar.  Naw, that’s because they think you won’t notice they are nickle and diming you to death and hoping they don’t have to pay back. 

Anyways, back to the party.   Now you need a chaser.  Is there kool-aid in the house?  Does a bear shit in the woods?  Find some chips, turn on the boombox, and voila, a party.  Black people don’t have to have a house party in the house.  It can be on the stoop, in a car, or on the roof.

Now if there is a planned house par-tay, then there is more pre-planning involved.  This means the host or hostess know what they want to serve, but they’re waiting for you to show up so they can hit you up for the money and send you to the store for it.  Back in the day, food would consist of potato chips, maybe some pretzels, chicken wings (49 cents a pound!), collards, and potato salad.   Usually it is too hot in the house.  Back in the day, it was hot because nobody had air-conditioning.  Now, it is because nobody can afford air-conditioning, and besides your daddy ain’t gonna allow you to turn on the air because he ain’t married to the ‘lectric company.  It don’t matter because black people draw heat and sweat a lot anyway.  Want proof?  Watch “Dancing with the Stars”.   Mario is always the sweatiest. See? I rest my case. 

Relaxing at a friend’s house for a little house party before heading home, black people love that shit.