On Friday afternoon, Dave and I decided to head up to Atlantic City to get an evening of gambling in. I had gotten a comped room at the Tropicana, so we would be able to stay the night, and as the rain began, we got on the road.
We would have some time to kill as a 3 hour trip laid in our future, so Dave brought along some of the good stuff and we sparked that up as we approached 95 North. Add to that the eclectic mix of music that Dave had in his car, including Gorillaz, Damian Marley, and the Juno soundtrack, and the time is flying. However, I had gotten a Wendy's combo meal before we left and killed the entire Dr. Pepper, and that didn't bode well for me as the patter of rain kept reminding me that I needed to pee.
We made a stop at a rest stop, and that is where the first double take of my trip occurred. I'm standing at the urinal and there's probably about another three or four guys lining the wall of urinals, when I hear someone from a couple of spots down say,
"Can you reach over here?"
What did that guy just say!!??? Had my dick not already been out, I probably would have peed my pants. Bathroom etiquette prohibits me from looking down to see who said it (eyes front only), but as I go to wash my hands I peak back to see who was calling for some bathroom shenanigans.
It is at that point that I see the Asian man...and his short son...talking about the fact that the son was tall enough to reach the higher urinal and not have to use the lower, kiddie urinal. Ahhh, I get it. Still funny.
Fast forward to our arrival at the Tropicana. We've checked in and make our way to the elevators to drop off our bags. There's a group of about 6 thicker black chicks waiting there as well, and when we get into the elevator, Dave starts talking with them. He asks if they are here for the weekend, to which they reply that they are just there for the night. Another girl chimes in that they're going to have a girl's night out, to which Dave replies:
"That's what I'm talking about."
WHAT?? I bit my lip so as not to bust out right there, as they seem to have let that comment pass without any questioning. Did Dave turn into Moesha while I wasn't looking? What exactly was he "talking about?" We're two dudes. And we're white. Of course I couldn't let this slide, so from this point on, that was my new slogan for the night.
Wanna head back to the casino? That's what I'm talking about.
You see that USF game? That's what I'm talking about.
Matzoh ball soup at the diner? That's what I'm talking about.
Finally, it fit.