What’s a Hapa?
A hapa, in Japanese, has traditionally meant someone that is half Japanese and half something else.
Other Asians, like myself, have co-opted this term to mean anyone that is half-one race and half-another.
So, my son is not technically a hapa but I call him that.
In any case, after a lotta back-and-forth – and because alla our significant others got along so well – Bryson, the Frenchman, and I finally agreed to meet up for another dinner, this time at Bryson’s.
There, I marveled how the hapas completely outnumbered the only three people there that weren’t hapas – namely, myself, the Firecracker, and the Firecracker’s kid.
What I found the most interesting was that the Frenchman (French/Japanese) married another hapa, Tess, (Chinese/Caucasian), while Bryson (African-American/Okinawan) married another hapa, Nikki, (African-American/American).
And Bryson and Nikki have three hapa kids, while the Frenchman and Tess have two hapa kids.
The kicker is that some of the hapa kids were dating…other hapas!
Me: How do you all keep finding each other?
Bryson: We’re everywhere!
I’m finding this to be true.
Always wondered if the kid was gonna end up with an Asian like me, or a Caucasian like Alison, or something else entirely.
It never occurred to me that he might end up with another hapa.
Based on what we were seeing with the kids, that seems more likely than I had originally thought.
In any case, the food was so amazeballs that I felt it deserved its own entry, so I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Oh, and I’ll explain what’s going on in the picture above as well.
Her: Everybody point at Logan!
Me: That’s really not…ok, I see this is happening.
Location: my apartment, showing the boys how to escape an American lock.
Mood: parched
Music: We ‘bout to elevate, getting up and getting down (Spotify)
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