I remember when the Mexican family next door had a big blowout. They were smart enough to invite us too.
The pozole was incredible.
I was in a bar with my uncle once when a black co-worker of his came in.
The guy looked at my uncle and said “Howya doin’, you little Irish leprechaun p***k?”
To which my uncle responded with a comment similar to the one that ended Roseanne’s TV career.
The guy came over, gave him a Dutch rub on the head, they embraced, laughed, and proceeded to enjoy many beers together.
Sometimes nobody really means anything by it.
Same here!
Admittedly, my neighborhood is a nicely middle class, but the folks across the street invited us; ate good food, drank lots of beer, made friends, couldn’t care less if they were playing music a bit late.