“I like going out there with a glass of wine”

Suddenly, I realized what an unusual party that I was attending. Maybe not truly unusual, but how I suddenly felt out of place.

“So my balcony looks over the Bay Bridge,” she continued. “Sometimes I bring out this cheese plate…”

I think: classy, Caucasian, almost indulgent, upper class, money, fancy…

At most parties that I attend (not to be so aware of my identity), it’s full of random assortments of food. Usually some cooked items, some cheese maybe…but always something like sparkling water or soda. There is usually something that someone cooked or something from a fancy bakery or restaurant. We usually sit around with plastic cups of soda or tea.

In contrast, this was completely different.

It was completely a white party.

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