The Comfy Corner

It is a common misconception that Asians are not suited for operating vehicles. I mean, check out this Asian lady in Family Guy. If Family Guy makes fun of it, you know it must be true. I, however, have been very against this stereotype because, well - I'm Asian. And I take pride in my driving abilities. But today, I was not so proud. I felt like a true, stereotypical Asian. In fact, after reading this story, you may refer to me as - a gay-sian.

I had plans after rehearsal to go out with friends at Uno's (ya know, the most hoppin' place in the greater Boston area after 11pm). Our plans to go to "Glamorous Night" at the club were thwarted by the fact that we were all just shipooped (yeah, I went there). The only snafu in the plan was that I didn't know how to get to Uno's, so I was to follow Megan. I started out strong (following her out of the parking lot successfully) but then I got distracted as I so often do. "The Color Purple" popped up on my iPod and when that happens, I have no choice but to act out the scenes (with fervent emotion). So while I was busy saying "Nah, Celie. God not some gloomy old man like dah pictures you seen of him. God not a man at all" (etc. etc. You know the song, I'm sure) the car in front of me was no longer the Honda it used to be, it was a Jetta. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be following someone. Where was I going? I don't know. My brain had completely shut off ("Good ruck evelybody erse!!!") I was on Bacon Street and a rush of embarrassment came over me.

I had officially out-gayed, out-Asianed myself. I got distracted by "The Color Purple." Megan called me, "You missed the turn." Ashamed, I was like "Yeah, I don't know how that happened..." but once I got to Uno's I confessed. It was just too funny to let slide.