After going to see Don Cheadle's "Traitor" tonight (which I thought was badass) I came home to find my mom using the Republican National Convention as background noise to her reading. Neither of us really cared about what was going on at the convention so we decided to make it a game. "Find A Black Guy" quickly turned into "Dear God Find ANY Brown Guy!" It was laughable. For fifteen minutes we didn't catch a single glimpse of a tan. My mom shouted, "GOT ONE!" only to quickly realize the guy she spotted was a security guard with his back to the stage, and one of those land line telephone wires in his ear. My rules say that doesn't count. A few minutes later I was almost positive I saw the hand of a black woman behind Cindy McCain, although, we didn't count that either because it was only one hand, the left one. We gave up a few minutes later and got back to what we were doing. I'm not too sure we should have found it as funny as we did...
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