Drive Time

I spend a great deal of time driving my 13 year old around.  He’s a lovely boy in general and good company, most of the time.   When we ride, he’s the D.J. and has a lot of radio stations to choose from here in L.A.  Somehow, we happen to end up listening to rap and hip-hop.  Somehow, he happens to know all the words.

I’m trying to figure out how this lily white suburban golfer boy knows everything from Lil’ Wayne to Snoop to Kanye to Jay-Z.  Being the courteous boy that he is, he skips the f-bombs in the songs, but other than that, he’s got all of it down…including the hand gestures.  I guess I should start to pay a little more attention to what he’s doing, because I really don’t know how he found the time to listen to all this music.  I guess my 8:00 bedtime isn’t working out as well as I thought.

How did Vanilla Ice end up in my car?

I know that I should be a little disturbed by the fact that we listen to pretty aggressive music where the theme seems to be getting it on in a club with an apple bottom jean ho with boots with the fur, but there is something really entertaining about Conrad singing along to Kanye and Jay-Z (What she order?/Fish fillet?)  like he’s channeling their vibe in his collared, tucked-in shirt.  Cranking up LMFAO’s  “I’m Sexy and I Know It” might not be really appropriate when I’m dropping him off at golf practice, but I’m going to go with the idea that he doesn’t know what all the words mean…fingers crossed…

One response to “Drive Time”

  1. Anna says :

    I like big butts and I cannot lie…..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: