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"See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo" (c) Money D "I get around"

The Housewarmings were brilliant...and Deana had a great ass idea...why not have the family and the kids over from 4-7? and the rest of the party people can come around 8..9 with CP time...and when i say the parties overlapped..the family wasn't trying to be out..kids still hanging at 830..lol. When all our people started showing and the fam was still there, we thought it would be a disaster..but not so..the aunts and uncles showed out..2 stepped and hand dancing..everyone had a great ole time. Some where in the midst of the party..i left for a party favor run and woke up at the edge of my bed fully closed..This is the downside to Deana living 2 blocks away apparently. My friend Aishia said i lefted outta Dean's looking like the unibomber in my hoody..ahahaha *shrugs*

I took about a 100 pics man, with my new digi cam.. I'm normally not the pic taker at these type of shindigs but i wanted to capture what was going on. For more hijinx take a look Over here..and u can only see them if you're my friend..so yeah

What elseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... The date never went off...after postponing from thur to friday..dude texted me at 6 to say we'd have to push the date back till 10ish(work again he said). I just said no thanks. The day before he said he got off at 3 and would honor our 6/7 pm date. I truly do hope this taught him a lil something. But then again you only use what's been successful for you in the past..and maybe the 10pm date got him infinite pussy cookies(lol..so crass but hilarious) Who knows..he wont get these cookies!

I'm not a big phone person..granted if we have somethings to talk about I'll chat for hours...but in the getting to know you phase..I really just feel the conversation reads like an interview. I'd met a string of dudes, they'd call, I'd miss the call, I'd call back, it would go to voice mail, I'd leave a message and they'd call back or they wouldn't..rinse and repeat. I've kinda fashioned myself a straight forward phone talker..covering the 5 W's(or 4 w and one H..depending on ya teacher). But last night as i sat on the phone with raw bar guy..he kinda refused my tactics..kept asking questions..I'd answer and say well lemme go..then he'd asked again..he ended the convo by asking what time i got off from work. I told him and he said well maybe I'll scoop you...I hope it ain't to sit in his damn house..cause i just don't see that happening...seeing as how we've never been anywhere but on the phone since we met. But..i mean what's up with this House date craze? Is this the new shit? Ladies, why you sitting up in dudes houses upon first meeting? And some of us wonder why he never wanna go anywhere..it's cause yo ass sitting up in his house on the first date..ugh...


HAVE ONE HELLUVA DAY..THE WEATHER IS FINNA BE BEAUTIFUL.

The housewarming is this saturday. I'm so proud of the BFF. This is her first spot alone...on the solo. She's lived with people before but never completely by herself. What's even more, her mama..my mama is so proud of her. I guess there's nothing like that feeling when your children is succeeding at life.

The weekend is shaping up to be awesome. We have several friends coming from out of town. Because we know how our friends are...D's having a 2 part housewarming..the one for the grown folk and family..the second for the friends..and it gets warmer..owwwwwwwwwwww..

I was supposed to have a date yesterday but, dude called and said he was still at work. He wouldn't get off till 7 he texted.. I didn't see anything wrong with that, seeing as how he could be dressed and ready to rock by 9...no this bamma holla he wouldn't get to my house till 10? wtf? Is that what's hot in the streets? Dude even had the nerve to say and that's with him rushing..lol. Oh brother what have I gotten myself into...Champ do you take 3+ hours to get ready? Coach??? Carls??? Ladies have ya dude taken this long to get ready??? I'm saying

Sometimes I think it would be awesome if i had my own reality show. Not so much on the narcissistic tip...but because some funny shit happens to me. Below is a tale..

Last thursday, as I do seemingly every month I went to the LAced Party @ Cue Bar. I did not go to Dilla Day and I did not go to the 18th street Lounge. I really got comfy at Cue Bar. My homeboy had mentioned previously, letting me facilitate the nintendo wii for him since he had to mingle amongst the folks. I agreeded, because that gave me an excuse to beat down innocents in bowling.. Often when I come to DC, I never have a set game plan. I know usually someone will let me crash or my homeboy would give me a ride back home if he wasn't tied up. Now previously I had discussed with said homeboy my intentions of staying over night in dc to catch the portraiture exhibit..but after talking to the champ..i decided against. Still not sweating the small stuff..i drank and drank..people bought me dranks...my homeboy who was throwing the party supplied me with drank. I'd made plans with a dude to see him later that night, but the catch was he didn't know what time he'd be finished with his families function. Me thinking I had time..settled in and had a ball..I got a text at 10:00, that he was home..I texted back..I'm kinda doing my homeboy a solid is 11pm too late? To which he said yes...I'm not gonna go on and say ...this is how i felt-->nigga for u to tell me at the last minute you was home and i'm supposed to drop everything and ball out..it wasn't happening..i had to say goodnight and make sure my homeboy had his wii situation was under control...at any rate when he said 11 was too late..it didn't dawn on me to hit my other folks up for a place to crash...i still had another option...my other homeboy was out that night..and i asked if he was going back to bmore..to which he gave me this weird as,"oh I'm riding you home tonight," phrase. I just kinda look at him and was like alright...kept drinking...I was fully prepared not to let some sticks in the mud ruin my otherwise good evening..The night winds down and I say my goodbyes...I catch a cab to union station..i knew it was gonna be a funny rest of the evening when the cabby almost broad sided someones car. I get to Union Station, drunk and sleepy..buy my train ticket..next train leaves at 315..bet it's 145am..i can do this..i vow not to sleep or I'd miss my train..so I'm in this surreal state..and what i experienced next I'm not really sure if it happened or didn't..

So, I'm kinda resting on a seat in front of the gate i need to leave from and this dude sits down. Average looking cat with a pea coat on. There's a Vanity Fair sitting beside me, someone had left it. He just picked it up...which was surprising but it coulda been mine..anywho..dude furiously thumbs thru it starts breathing hard and next thing i know his hand is in his pants...I'd be lying if i said i didn't look but i kinda shot him this knowing look like yo..the men's bathroom is a few steps away u may wanna go do that there...but he just looked me in the eyes and keep rubbin his junk..It was then that i knew this cat was on some deviant, watch me as i masturbate shit. As much as people are repulsed by said public displays u cant help but look..or maybe that's just me. I was determined not to give dude what he wanted, so i got up and went to the ladies bathroom..wtf i did that i dont know...what waited for me there was a bigger mess.

I'm in the ladies bathroom and it smells to the high heavens. I search for a stall to pee in..and lo and behold just about every stand was occupied...I waited for a second then it dawned on me that the homeless chicks were using the stalls to sleep. I think i almost earled in my mouth a bit..Just the mere fact that u're sleepin in a smelly bathroom..ugh...i mean shoes off and everything...i also heard moaning..:(

I had no choice but to go back out by the gate and take a seat(no dude to be found..magazine was still there tho). Before I knew it..it was 315. I boarded my train..determined not to sleep again..Amtrak does not wake u..and well if u sleep and miss ya train u could end up in Boston. I finally got home and in my bed at 430am....I was so tired...I knew i wasn't going to work..after the night i had, i wanted to chill...and as if God heard me..on cue @ 6am, I got the notice that my job was closed..score!

Last night as a lay in bed I came up with a list...entitled:
The Tired List..(things that i'm tired of..)

-politics..tho they are necessary...i'm tired of the back and forth, peoples preoccupation with it..what will they talk about when the political banter is dead?..nothing..the worse is when people who don't normally talk politics wanna get all pundit-like on you..ugh..sthu!

- the winter/spring like weather...pick one already..i mean one day it's beautiful, the next it's a hot mess. I'm so ready for some constant sun and warmth.

- the bullshitters..particularly the people who think they bullshittin me and are getting no where..the ones that get angry when i pay them no mind and put no weight into what they say..it's all gibberish to me.

-venues and party peoples...as you well know..or some of you know i promote and throw parties..these venues think they hot shit..i mean the crowd is there sometimes but things aren't consistent in bmore. well i take that back..the one thing that is consistent is that the parties fall off..save for a few parties that i would never attend because of the clientèle. the reason i got into throwing parties was because people like myself complained about not having anywhere to go to vibe with like minded individuals..i'm starting to see that some folks just like to complain..because these same folks don't support or always have something come up..

-the price of gas..wow is all i can say..3.03..just wow..i feel sorry for people who have suv's..i know yall wishing yall had a compact now. Part of the reason i don't think i'll get a car anytime soon..well that, the price to park and maintain a car in downtown bmore.

-dating..it's one of those necessary evils to get to the person that's meant for you..but i'll be damned if it aint lined with toads..and it seems u must kiss them all in order to discover your prince.. *ralphs*

-last and certainly not least..one person..i shall call him the scorpion. how can one say they value a friendship when they constantly work to throw things in the others face. It's been 4 years and i'm off this merry go round. i wish u the best on the next phase of your life...am i telling you i'm out?..nope...but when u go to reach for me..i wont be there. -sincerely..the tortoise.

I'm still on a post homecoming high. One should never revel in someone else's sadness nor misfortune...But I'll be damned if looking better than 90% of the people that hated on you in college isn't a boost. I mean those chicks in college who the dudes deemed as "phat," were always a hamburger or 4 away from Aretha status. And it is with great pleasure that i report that I killed at homecoming. From the hair to the lip gloss(MAC lip lacquer in Veneer) i broke out, I killed it. Quite a few dudes made mention of my lips and how they were poppin..Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. However no chicks mentioned how nice i looked. Seemingly all my compliments came from dudes. NO phone numbers passed or anything it was more a , "you always been on that different fashion shit." In a sea of women(including the college chicks) dressed alike...weaves..heels..skinny jeans..I threw caution to the wind and did it successfully. Am i tooting my own horn? why yes i am! LOL!

Sunday I spent the greater portion of the day catching up with an old college sweetheart. We did brunch and hung out afterwards. The day went by so fast..but i throughly enjoyed myself. Is there romancing rekindling on the horizon? who the hell knows, but I'm not banking on it.

In the past month ya girl has been on fire meeting dudes. But for whatever reason a few fell off..and i ain't even mad. Just dealing and talking to the 3 dudes, I've come to the realization that some folks just want you to go above and beyond. Sorta like they expect you to do certain things. I'm not a call you ever day person. And I may not answer my phone all the time but does that mean we play tit for tat? Also what's with dudes phones getting disconnected..Maybe this is judgmental of me but i kinda frown when grown ass men's cell's are disconnected. I mean you cant handle a cell phone bill? ugh!

I also heard from dude who was straight trying to have a date @ 1am.. He said I'm still on his shit list..but hell..i said if this teaches you anything, it's that I'm a prime time woman...not a midnight hour one homes...and knowing is half the battle.

Without fail, every time i step back on campus I see small scenes of college past. Everything from me and my ex fussing on the quad @ night to spring fest with Common.
Homecoming was this weekend. Being as tho UMES is a basketball school, our homecoming was always in Feb. It always amazed me how packed it got on our small campus. This was before the fancy gym and student center. Just sitting at the game me and my friends all came to the same summation. This was our last homecoming. Not because alumni turnout was low, but because we all kinda felt like the old chicks in the club. While watching the game we saw how all the young chicks were dressed to the T...I mean all dressed up...heels...eventually they came off but still. The good thing about homecoming is seeing how everyone has changed and how some folks have stayed the same. Yesterday everyone was going on and on about how i stayed the same...with a few minor adjustments...Connections were made...reconnection's were abound....I wanted to stay for a party but the old ladies didn't hahaha..

For some reason I have been really wanting to go dancing. Like every time i hear some music i wanna sway and get my dance on. I've been beaten by the dance bug. Maybe i'll go to the reggae spot tonight.

Never in my life have I had a busted blood vessel in my eye..but now i do have one..one of my friends noticed it as i was sitting at the game..it's huge and above my cornea. Needless to say I have an optometrist appointment next week. I know my job is getting tired of me falling apart. 2 weeks ago i had the flu, this past week I was out 2 days for oral surgery and now..my eye :( I guess 30 is not the new 20.

It is with a whole heart i can say this blog is every where.
at any rate I have a brunch date because of said homecoming reconnection...i'll holla.