...He got something all the girls want. *dances around*
Please note that this is all drunk blogging. Damn wine got me feeling like Captain Courageous...lol.
So, I been talking a lot of shit the past 2 days about this guy I met on Friday, saying I'm glad I met him and then being mad and saying I wish I hadn't met him, BUT. Right now, at this very moment, I think he's my drug. And he'll continue to be my drug until Thursday when he leaves. He said he'll keep in touch and I don't know how true that is, but why worry about the future right now? I'll just enjoy our time together now...and that time is amazing. Just thinking about it makes me cheese mad hard right now (that might be the liquor, though. Although thinking about it does make me smile...lol).
So, last night, he and I went to Friday's on some semi-random shit. He called me earlier in the day and said he wanted to chill so, I hit him with the "hit me when you're free" joint. Sure enough, he hit me around 9:30, 10ish to hang out. I ran home to go change my clothes because I looked like a straight bum. In less than 30 minutes I went from looking like a hot ass mess with glasses to looking like something...that's how much I care...lol. We ended up at Friday's purely because it was close and it was open and we ate...he bit off of me and had a chicken Caesar salad, too, but that's neither here nor there. We talk about maaaaad stuff like why I'm single; he asked me why I didn't run away when he told me he was divorced, embarrassing stories from our childhood, what are some things that our best friends would say about us and just stuff like that. The conversation was completely awesome. Then he drove me back to my house and we sat in the car and talked some more while looking at the sky and stars...in the middle of kissing like HELL. Good lawd, can the boy kiss!!! Let the congregation say "Amen and hallelujah" on that one. He's supposed to stop by tomorrow so we can go swimming and all that good stuff. It should be fun. My silly ass asked him if he would miss me when he leaves and he was equally silly and said "I'll miss you when I leave you tonight". We're jackasses...lol. I hope he stops by early tomorrow....
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Blog #30 - This Is Some Bullshit, Pt. 2 (Now That I've Had Time to Think About It)
So I know in the last blog from earlier today I said that I was happy to have had the experience of meeting Jay last night. I feel like I wanna take that back. I feel like I got straight mind-gamed like hell. I let the guard down all because of a nice approach, introduction, smile and conversation. I wish the Universe hadn't done it because now...nothing will ever be the same and no one else will compare to that. That was IT...the most impressed upon first meeting someone that I will ever be in my entire life. I think I was better off not knowing that it exists because from now on, every dude will have to measure up to that and I know that perfect shit like that only happens once probably once in a lifetime. Not that I'm sprung off of some first meeting shit, though. Stuff like that happens. It's kinda like once you have filet mignon, you can't go back to Steakums. Or, you can, but you will be unsatisfied like hell with that damn Steakum and be longing for that filet mignon forever until you get it again. And then you'll be longing for it again and again. It's a vicious circle. So yeah. That's that. I'm over it now. That was so yesterday. Onward with the dating strike!!!
Blog #29 - This Is Some Bullshit...
It really is. The cosmic forces of the Universe are laughing at me right now because they orchestrated this whole thing after I said I was giving up dating.
So, I went out last night with my friends to celebrate Rob and Ramon's birthdays. First of all, I felt all sorts of ugly because I was rushing and stuff, but anyways, that's neither here nor there. So, we headed to downtown NB because that's where they wanted to celebrate their birthdays. So me, Yari and Jon walk in and I saw my homie D.G. from high school and I went to say hi really quick, then went back and stood by Jon and Yari while two stepping. In the middle of two stepping, I was approached by this tall, good looking guy and the approach was everything I always talk about wanting. He came up, stuck out his hand for a handshake and said simply "Hi, how you doing tonight? My name is Jay and I was wondering if I could buy you a drink." I was so stunned that I just said yeah. After that, we sort of became a little inseparable. We moved off to the seats and just started talking about everything. He told me why he was divorced, we talked about his son, why I'm single, what it is I'm looking for, favorite animals...random things like that. I met his brother and his cousin (because that's who he came out with last night). He was funny and honest and all the stuff that a chick likes in a dude. While we were sitting, Jon and Yari came and sat all between us and he laughed it off because it was funny...and it really was. We were so tight and together that when the JCC boys finally made it, they thought he was my boyfriend and just welcomed him like it was nothing. They just introduced themselves to each other, shook hands and did all that stuff. It was awesome. You'd think this has a happy ending and stuff, right? Wrong. The only flaw of the night: he lives in Chicago. THE UNIVERSE HATES ME!!! It shows me the kind of dude that I've always wanted and throws the Chicago monkey wrench into my plans. BUT...I kinda have to thank the Universe for letting me know that I'm not crazy or have high expectations and the kind of guy that I would love to meet is out there. I'm still giving up on dating, though. But, it's nice to know that it exists, yanno? But...I like that guy :( Oh well...what am I supposed to do except move on. It is what it is and that's all that it is. I hope he has a safe flight back to Chicago on Thursday. I really did enjoy the experience of last night. I kinda wanna have it again. Is it possible to get something that awesome again in a different person? Who knows and I digress. It was very nice, though. I can't wait for Yari to post the pictures.
So, I went out last night with my friends to celebrate Rob and Ramon's birthdays. First of all, I felt all sorts of ugly because I was rushing and stuff, but anyways, that's neither here nor there. So, we headed to downtown NB because that's where they wanted to celebrate their birthdays. So me, Yari and Jon walk in and I saw my homie D.G. from high school and I went to say hi really quick, then went back and stood by Jon and Yari while two stepping. In the middle of two stepping, I was approached by this tall, good looking guy and the approach was everything I always talk about wanting. He came up, stuck out his hand for a handshake and said simply "Hi, how you doing tonight? My name is Jay and I was wondering if I could buy you a drink." I was so stunned that I just said yeah. After that, we sort of became a little inseparable. We moved off to the seats and just started talking about everything. He told me why he was divorced, we talked about his son, why I'm single, what it is I'm looking for, favorite animals...random things like that. I met his brother and his cousin (because that's who he came out with last night). He was funny and honest and all the stuff that a chick likes in a dude. While we were sitting, Jon and Yari came and sat all between us and he laughed it off because it was funny...and it really was. We were so tight and together that when the JCC boys finally made it, they thought he was my boyfriend and just welcomed him like it was nothing. They just introduced themselves to each other, shook hands and did all that stuff. It was awesome. You'd think this has a happy ending and stuff, right? Wrong. The only flaw of the night: he lives in Chicago. THE UNIVERSE HATES ME!!! It shows me the kind of dude that I've always wanted and throws the Chicago monkey wrench into my plans. BUT...I kinda have to thank the Universe for letting me know that I'm not crazy or have high expectations and the kind of guy that I would love to meet is out there. I'm still giving up on dating, though. But, it's nice to know that it exists, yanno? But...I like that guy :( Oh well...what am I supposed to do except move on. It is what it is and that's all that it is. I hope he has a safe flight back to Chicago on Thursday. I really did enjoy the experience of last night. I kinda wanna have it again. Is it possible to get something that awesome again in a different person? Who knows and I digress. It was very nice, though. I can't wait for Yari to post the pictures.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Blog #28 - Songz, Thoughts & That O Dude
So, I'm sure as you know...I am a big ass fan of Trey Songz. I have recently discovered www.datpiff.com carries a lot, if not all, of his mixtapes. So, of course in order to download them, you have to become a member, which I did. I'm running through them to figure out which ones I want to download when I happened upon the Love King mixtape. Now, the first 3 songs on Love King are slow and romantical (yeah, I know that's not a real word) and stuff, which prompted me to write this blog sort of about me and Omar...sort of about Omar and his new chick (let's call her Mya)...but either way the topic of this one will be Omar. I don't mean to talk about him a lot, because I feel like I ramble on about him...but he was such a big portion of my life. I mean, it was 8 years, yanno. You can't forget that, even more so because it didn't end all shitty and we're still friends.
Anyway, the first song on Love King is called For the Sake of Love. I listened to this song and surprisingly, the relationship that ran through my head wasn't mine and Omar's...it was his and his new chick's relationship, based on some stuff that he told me, I think this would be a good song for him and her. It's basically about how all the shit he does is for them and blah blah blah. It's pretty funny because the other day he was telling me about how she wants him to stop doing something (the same shit I wanted him to stop doing but he's with the same "It's all I know" stuff [eyeroll]), but I'm pretty sure he told her the same thing he used to tell me: you not complaining when you get "blah blah blah or when I buy you x, y and z". So, yeah. I can see him playing this song for her while sitting there and holding her and all that nice romantical stuff (edit: I have no idea why that sounded so haterish after re-reading it, but it's totally not meant in a hater way).
The second song is called Til the Day I Die. This song is basically about how he's riding for her/them until the day he dies (clearly). Again, I thought about Omar and Mya. I could see him telling her that. Particularly because I know he likes her a lot (I think he might love her a little bit, to be honest and he's just not telling me because he might "hurt" me) and all that good stuff. Good song for them (again..re-reading this, I don't know why the hell it sounds like it's dripping with disdain and hate!).
The last song in the trio is called It Would Be You. This one is the one that makes me think of Omar and I. And to be honest, I think the only reason it does that is because one day, sometime after the break up (I think), I asked him if he could have anything in the world, what would it be. And he said "It would be you." It's a really nice song actually and it's reminiscent of discussions that he and I have had previously...and I still feel like this although I don't know if it's a little bit or a lotta bit. I feel like it's one of those songs that I would listen to repeatedly because...it just takes me back to that time. Is reminiscing a sign of depression or desperation?
Sidebar: him and Mya got into a little tiff and now that they've made up...I kinda feel like I'm losing him. Not as a lover or anything romantic...but as my friend. Since our breakup, he's become my best friend (among other things. It almost feels like nothing ever ended, to be real...lol). It could be that or that stupid ass app on his shitty ass phone. But yeah...I kinda feel like we don't talk like we used to before things became official between them. I think if it ever comes to the point where we have to stop talking...I actually think I'd be really sad. That would suck ass, actually. But there would be nothing to do but to take a big girl pill and suck that shit up and move on. But, it is what it is and it will be what it will be.
*goes to listen to another mixtape and hope it's not as mushy, even though I kinda like the mushiness*
Anyway, the first song on Love King is called For the Sake of Love. I listened to this song and surprisingly, the relationship that ran through my head wasn't mine and Omar's...it was his and his new chick's relationship, based on some stuff that he told me, I think this would be a good song for him and her. It's basically about how all the shit he does is for them and blah blah blah. It's pretty funny because the other day he was telling me about how she wants him to stop doing something (the same shit I wanted him to stop doing but he's with the same "It's all I know" stuff [eyeroll]), but I'm pretty sure he told her the same thing he used to tell me: you not complaining when you get "blah blah blah or when I buy you x, y and z". So, yeah. I can see him playing this song for her while sitting there and holding her and all that nice romantical stuff (edit: I have no idea why that sounded so haterish after re-reading it, but it's totally not meant in a hater way).
The second song is called Til the Day I Die. This song is basically about how he's riding for her/them until the day he dies (clearly). Again, I thought about Omar and Mya. I could see him telling her that. Particularly because I know he likes her a lot (I think he might love her a little bit, to be honest and he's just not telling me because he might "hurt" me) and all that good stuff. Good song for them (again..re-reading this, I don't know why the hell it sounds like it's dripping with disdain and hate!).
The last song in the trio is called It Would Be You. This one is the one that makes me think of Omar and I. And to be honest, I think the only reason it does that is because one day, sometime after the break up (I think), I asked him if he could have anything in the world, what would it be. And he said "It would be you." It's a really nice song actually and it's reminiscent of discussions that he and I have had previously...and I still feel like this although I don't know if it's a little bit or a lotta bit. I feel like it's one of those songs that I would listen to repeatedly because...it just takes me back to that time. Is reminiscing a sign of depression or desperation?
Sidebar: him and Mya got into a little tiff and now that they've made up...I kinda feel like I'm losing him. Not as a lover or anything romantic...but as my friend. Since our breakup, he's become my best friend (among other things. It almost feels like nothing ever ended, to be real...lol). It could be that or that stupid ass app on his shitty ass phone. But yeah...I kinda feel like we don't talk like we used to before things became official between them. I think if it ever comes to the point where we have to stop talking...I actually think I'd be really sad. That would suck ass, actually. But there would be nothing to do but to take a big girl pill and suck that shit up and move on. But, it is what it is and it will be what it will be.
*goes to listen to another mixtape and hope it's not as mushy, even though I kinda like the mushiness*
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Blog #27 - This Weekend's Festivities :)
So, I figured I'd discuss this weekend that just passed.
FRIDAY: So Friday night, I was supposed to go to the Yankee game, but due to George Steinbrenner's death on Monday, all the tickets were gone by Tuesday. Maybe it was a good thing, too, because I got to go to Dolce Lounge. Apparently, I was a smart ass with the bouncer, but according to the boys, that's not really anything new...lol. We headed to the back which is the Latin room on Friday nights and we all know Matt loves the mamis...lol. At the time, nothing was really jumping off back there, so we headed back up to the front to the hiphop room. 2nd round of drinks comes. We get the two stepping and ish started to get popping. They made me dance with some old drunk man that kept singing...it was kinda bad in a funny way, but I just two-stepped with him. Damn if I was grinding on some dude that looked like Mr. Moneybags broke cousin from Cuba. But we had SO much fun. And apparently I missed out on the highlight of the night, which was some HUGE chick falling on the floor. According to Jon, in order to get up "she didn't need momentum...she needed inertia". And he says I'M mean. Pffft. That shit took the cake. Then we headed to the Latin room and got our little salsa and bachata out of our systems. I dared Matt to dance with this other girl who was getting low for him (I think she was a friend of the girl that fell), but he quickly pulled the "you my girlfriend card" out on me and definitely pulled some shit out the bag. It would have been funny, though...lol. But on a scale of 1-10, I'll definitely give the night a 9. I have some wonderful blackmail pics of Matt because he passed out in the front seat, but I will refrain from being evil and posting them on facebook...lol.
SATURDAY: So, due to all of the excitement and fun shit that happened Friday night, and having to get up early as fuck on Sunday to head to River Vale that I wasn't doing shit on Saturday but recovering and being a bum ass. I succeeded for the most part. Mid-afternoon I got a text message from a guy I went to high school with (let's call him Edwin) asking me to go to a house party in South Brunswick or a patio party in Hillsboro with him. I said yeah, but was leery as hell about it. Here's why: based on who he hung out with in high school, we didn't run with the same type of crowd and I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a black people house party. NOW...before I continue, let me explain that there are vast differences with black people house parties vs. non-urbanized white people house parties. Black people house parties can never be held outside on a patio due to the copious amount of noise that would be radiating from someone's radio speakers (if there isn't a DJ present) so that everyone can get their dance/grind/seduction on. There will be red cups aplenty, sweat, no lights, dancing and probably some food. NOW...knowing this and knowing who Edwin hung out with in high school, I pretty much had it pegged that this wasn't going to be a black people house party and in my gut wanted to say no. But, I said yes. Why? Quite simply...it was something to do. And I should have listened to my damn gut, lemme tell you. So, he decided that we were going to the patio party in Hillsboro...I was hoping for the house party in SB, lemme tell you. I had a slight chance of running into someone I know. In Hillsboro, that wasn't happening at all. And you wanna know what the party was like? Just like I thought it was going to be, but with less people. You know shit is bad when the only other minority girl before you arrive is a Jewish girl. I had more fun getting dressed. I was alone for a majority of the night, playing on my phone because Edwin just like...abandoned the fuck out of me and left me by myself. What kinda bullshit is that. And on TOP of that, there was underage drinking going on and weed smoking going on and the cops showed up. I swear if I would have went to jail for any of that shit I never would have talked to him again ever in life. He would have been SO cut off and deleted. He's damn near cut off now for just leaving me alone like that, knowing I don't know anyone there and knowing I felt uncomfy. Ridiculous. And he's hoping I'm in the mood for a relationship sooner rather than later. Up out my face, boy.
SUNDAY: CHAPTER BBQ DAY!!! That's all I have to say. I love those bitches. We went to Nicki's house waaaaaaaaaaay up north. I'm talking like this bitch lives 20 blocks from the NY State Line. And not NYC state line...UPSTATE NY. DUMB FAR. But, we had an absolute blast. I got to see all of my kids, although not all 4 were there at one time, which really sucked...lol.
And THAT, was my weekend. Friday and Sunday definitely made up for Saturday's fuckery. :)
FRIDAY: So Friday night, I was supposed to go to the Yankee game, but due to George Steinbrenner's death on Monday, all the tickets were gone by Tuesday. Maybe it was a good thing, too, because I got to go to Dolce Lounge. Apparently, I was a smart ass with the bouncer, but according to the boys, that's not really anything new...lol. We headed to the back which is the Latin room on Friday nights and we all know Matt loves the mamis...lol. At the time, nothing was really jumping off back there, so we headed back up to the front to the hiphop room. 2nd round of drinks comes. We get the two stepping and ish started to get popping. They made me dance with some old drunk man that kept singing...it was kinda bad in a funny way, but I just two-stepped with him. Damn if I was grinding on some dude that looked like Mr. Moneybags broke cousin from Cuba. But we had SO much fun. And apparently I missed out on the highlight of the night, which was some HUGE chick falling on the floor. According to Jon, in order to get up "she didn't need momentum...she needed inertia". And he says I'M mean. Pffft. That shit took the cake. Then we headed to the Latin room and got our little salsa and bachata out of our systems. I dared Matt to dance with this other girl who was getting low for him (I think she was a friend of the girl that fell), but he quickly pulled the "you my girlfriend card" out on me and definitely pulled some shit out the bag. It would have been funny, though...lol. But on a scale of 1-10, I'll definitely give the night a 9. I have some wonderful blackmail pics of Matt because he passed out in the front seat, but I will refrain from being evil and posting them on facebook...lol.
SATURDAY: So, due to all of the excitement and fun shit that happened Friday night, and having to get up early as fuck on Sunday to head to River Vale that I wasn't doing shit on Saturday but recovering and being a bum ass. I succeeded for the most part. Mid-afternoon I got a text message from a guy I went to high school with (let's call him Edwin) asking me to go to a house party in South Brunswick or a patio party in Hillsboro with him. I said yeah, but was leery as hell about it. Here's why: based on who he hung out with in high school, we didn't run with the same type of crowd and I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a black people house party. NOW...before I continue, let me explain that there are vast differences with black people house parties vs. non-urbanized white people house parties. Black people house parties can never be held outside on a patio due to the copious amount of noise that would be radiating from someone's radio speakers (if there isn't a DJ present) so that everyone can get their dance/grind/seduction on. There will be red cups aplenty, sweat, no lights, dancing and probably some food. NOW...knowing this and knowing who Edwin hung out with in high school, I pretty much had it pegged that this wasn't going to be a black people house party and in my gut wanted to say no. But, I said yes. Why? Quite simply...it was something to do. And I should have listened to my damn gut, lemme tell you. So, he decided that we were going to the patio party in Hillsboro...I was hoping for the house party in SB, lemme tell you. I had a slight chance of running into someone I know. In Hillsboro, that wasn't happening at all. And you wanna know what the party was like? Just like I thought it was going to be, but with less people. You know shit is bad when the only other minority girl before you arrive is a Jewish girl. I had more fun getting dressed. I was alone for a majority of the night, playing on my phone because Edwin just like...abandoned the fuck out of me and left me by myself. What kinda bullshit is that. And on TOP of that, there was underage drinking going on and weed smoking going on and the cops showed up. I swear if I would have went to jail for any of that shit I never would have talked to him again ever in life. He would have been SO cut off and deleted. He's damn near cut off now for just leaving me alone like that, knowing I don't know anyone there and knowing I felt uncomfy. Ridiculous. And he's hoping I'm in the mood for a relationship sooner rather than later. Up out my face, boy.
SUNDAY: CHAPTER BBQ DAY!!! That's all I have to say. I love those bitches. We went to Nicki's house waaaaaaaaaaay up north. I'm talking like this bitch lives 20 blocks from the NY State Line. And not NYC state line...UPSTATE NY. DUMB FAR. But, we had an absolute blast. I got to see all of my kids, although not all 4 were there at one time, which really sucked...lol.
And THAT, was my weekend. Friday and Sunday definitely made up for Saturday's fuckery. :)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Blog #26 - ??
I wanted to blog, but right now...I kinda have nothing to blog about. Things are starting to look up a little bit. Taking it one day at a time, as always. Other than that, nothing new is really going on.
That's all folks!
That's all folks!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Blog #25 - Fighter
So, I just realized that all my life, I've been a fighter. In middle school, I was a Knight. High school turned me into a Warrior. College saw me become a Pirate and now...I'm an Amazona. So, guess what...if someone wants to do battle...I can do that shit all fucking day. I've been a fighter all my life. Minor setbacks are just child's play. Just had to get that out there.
Fuck yeah.
Fuck yeah.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Blog #24 - Brotha to the Night
So, I was talking to one of my homegirls about our favorite movies and she mentioned Love Jones. I love that damn movie. One of my favorite parts is when Darius does his poem "A Blues for Nina/Brotha to the Night". It's pure smoothness and awesome. Here's the poem:
Say baby, can I be your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl, your the girl,
and I am digging you like a grave.
Now do they call you daughter to the Spinning Pulsar,
or maybe Queen of 10,000 Moons, Sister to the distant yet
rising star.
Is your Yemaya? Oh nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooh is that a smile me put on your face child?
Wide as a field of jasmine and clover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
High on legs that’ll spite Jehovah
Shit, who am I,
It’s not important
But they call me brother to the night
and right now I am the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk in your right
Who am I? ‘ll be whoever you say
But right now I’m the sight raped hunter
blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just want to give you injections of
sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm
make you dream archetypes
of black angels in flight
upon wings of distorted, contorted metaphoric jism
Come on slim, your man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I want to step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
of this dry reality
I’d rather dance and romance your sweet in a wet dream
Who am I, well they all call me
brother to the night and right now I am
the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right
Is that alright?
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Blog #23 - BBQ, Fireworks & Boo-loving...lol
**shoots off fireworks**
Happy 4th of July, folks! I know I'm late...didn't ask you for facts and examples, damnit. So, let's talk about this weekend.
Saturday, my friends and I had a bbq in Johnson Park. I sent out a mass text and got a really surprising response back from someone. We had so much fun in the park and I must say...I looked great...lol. We tried to stay for the fireworks that were supposed to happen...but by 9:30 we were like eff it (and we got kicked out, but that's neither here nor there). Some of us went home and the rest of us went to what Mark and Donovan call "HappyLand", which is essentially nothing but a go-go bar. I convinced my girlfriend to go and the boys convinced Frank to go. On the way there, we saw fireworks on the river and they were actually really nice for the 2 minutes we could see them. Then we hit the highway and headed to HappyLand. Once at HappyLand, I gave out a few dollars. Mostly to this one chick because she was killing it on the pole and I don't support bullshit dancers. I know you not two-stepping like you're in the club and expecting me to give you my hard earned dollars. Fuck outta here, you bum bitch. I can two-step too. I gives my money to the girl working hard, doing tricks on the pole. I support hard workers. Then, I went home and for some reason, the lights were on in my house, which boggled my mind because it was after 2am. Anytime I come home after two, I know how to maneuver in the house, so seeing the lights off threw off my mental. I walked in the door to find my parents up with David and Violeta just laughing so hearty and shit...and there was MORE LIQUOR! So, I did what any good person would do...I stayed up and drank some more! :) Can't be rude to company, damnit. Around 4, I wound up going to bed.
Sunday, I woke up and there were pancakes! Woohoo! I loves pancakes and bacon. I ate and then...went back to sleep...lol. I got an invitation to go to Philly for fireworks and damn if I was gonna say no. But it was sooooooooooo hot outside!!! Holy smokes...it was really like a million degrees outside. I got to the train station in Trenton and there was this guy there and I tried to avoid him...I really did. Tried to duck that ass like the plague. I even got into a different train car from him. He found me and sat behind me. I had to lie and say I was going to see my boyfriend. Have you ever had anyone stare at you while you proceed to live your life? Yeah...that's what happened. Dude was peering at me as I ate my pizza, as I stared out the window, as I messed around with my iPod, while I reapplied my makeup...you name it, he was looking. Definitely had to play the boyfriend card. Creeper. Thankfully he got off the train before me otherwise, I woulda been in serious trouble.
Once in Philly and I met up with dude, we walked to the festival and walked around. The Roots were performing during the concert before the fireworks, which was awesome. He and I made our way to the back of the festival because, quite frankly, it was less crowded and we could talk more. We had really good conversation about a variety of topics. Because of him, I think I get that naturally seductive thing now and I think I know what the hell to stop doing, even though I don't know how because...it's just me, I guess. But at least he explained his ideology of it. We talked about relationships, the concert, food, life...mad stuff. When the convo wasn't flowing, it was nice to just sit in silence and enjoy the music and the breeze. We boo-loved through the fireworks, which was awesome. It was one of those things where you just enjoy the moment, live in the element and relish the memory. Then once, the 'works were over, I headed home.
And that...was my weekend. Pretty fantastic. Even though I've hit a rough patch right now, I have an awesome existence and awesome people in my life. <3
Happy 4th of July, folks! I know I'm late...didn't ask you for facts and examples, damnit. So, let's talk about this weekend.
Saturday, my friends and I had a bbq in Johnson Park. I sent out a mass text and got a really surprising response back from someone. We had so much fun in the park and I must say...I looked great...lol. We tried to stay for the fireworks that were supposed to happen...but by 9:30 we were like eff it (and we got kicked out, but that's neither here nor there). Some of us went home and the rest of us went to what Mark and Donovan call "HappyLand", which is essentially nothing but a go-go bar. I convinced my girlfriend to go and the boys convinced Frank to go. On the way there, we saw fireworks on the river and they were actually really nice for the 2 minutes we could see them. Then we hit the highway and headed to HappyLand. Once at HappyLand, I gave out a few dollars. Mostly to this one chick because she was killing it on the pole and I don't support bullshit dancers. I know you not two-stepping like you're in the club and expecting me to give you my hard earned dollars. Fuck outta here, you bum bitch. I can two-step too. I gives my money to the girl working hard, doing tricks on the pole. I support hard workers. Then, I went home and for some reason, the lights were on in my house, which boggled my mind because it was after 2am. Anytime I come home after two, I know how to maneuver in the house, so seeing the lights off threw off my mental. I walked in the door to find my parents up with David and Violeta just laughing so hearty and shit...and there was MORE LIQUOR! So, I did what any good person would do...I stayed up and drank some more! :) Can't be rude to company, damnit. Around 4, I wound up going to bed.
Sunday, I woke up and there were pancakes! Woohoo! I loves pancakes and bacon. I ate and then...went back to sleep...lol. I got an invitation to go to Philly for fireworks and damn if I was gonna say no. But it was sooooooooooo hot outside!!! Holy smokes...it was really like a million degrees outside. I got to the train station in Trenton and there was this guy there and I tried to avoid him...I really did. Tried to duck that ass like the plague. I even got into a different train car from him. He found me and sat behind me. I had to lie and say I was going to see my boyfriend. Have you ever had anyone stare at you while you proceed to live your life? Yeah...that's what happened. Dude was peering at me as I ate my pizza, as I stared out the window, as I messed around with my iPod, while I reapplied my makeup...you name it, he was looking. Definitely had to play the boyfriend card. Creeper. Thankfully he got off the train before me otherwise, I woulda been in serious trouble.
Once in Philly and I met up with dude, we walked to the festival and walked around. The Roots were performing during the concert before the fireworks, which was awesome. He and I made our way to the back of the festival because, quite frankly, it was less crowded and we could talk more. We had really good conversation about a variety of topics. Because of him, I think I get that naturally seductive thing now and I think I know what the hell to stop doing, even though I don't know how because...it's just me, I guess. But at least he explained his ideology of it. We talked about relationships, the concert, food, life...mad stuff. When the convo wasn't flowing, it was nice to just sit in silence and enjoy the music and the breeze. We boo-loved through the fireworks, which was awesome. It was one of those things where you just enjoy the moment, live in the element and relish the memory. Then once, the 'works were over, I headed home.
And that...was my weekend. Pretty fantastic. Even though I've hit a rough patch right now, I have an awesome existence and awesome people in my life. <3
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