Chocolate Any One?

At the subway station, lost as usual...I sit down on the bench and decide to wait on the next train. In which I can ask the conductor; what train do I need to take to get to where I want to go? Sitting beside me is a heavy set Caucasian men singing Jesus Is the Answer. Just as free as he want to be. He stops and looks at me and says "People think I'm crazy, but I don't care!" I nod at him, thinking aww I haven't heard that song in such a long time. Part of me really wanted to sing along, but something said DON'T.

I see the next train approaching so I got in position on the platform where the conductor window where land. The Singing Man was watching me the whole time. I kindly asked the conductor for the correct directions. He gave them to me, and then I took my seat to wait on the appropriate train. As I sat there I begun to smell the scent of chocolate very strongly! So strong I thought I had sat in some candy. I got up to check the back of my dress and the bottom of my seat, but there was nothing there. Funny I didn't smell that smell earlier when I was sitting there. The singing man looked at me and ask " What's the matter? Did you sit in something wet?"I tell him " No. I thought I sat in some chocolate". I then ask him if he smelled the strong scent of chocolate? He told me that he smelled it too.. Then he started looking around. While he is looking I noticed him putting something in his mouth. I asked him "What's that your eating?" He showed me the package...AND...IT'S A BAG OF WHOPPERS! I told him "That's what I'm smelling! Whoppers are chocolate!" He looked at me with an OOOO, yeah expression. I thought to myself "Poor guy he really doesn't know. He is CRAZY!"

Random

There are soo many people in NYC that I decided to get the flu shot this year. At first I was skeptical because I had seen a program on TV, where a lady had a severe, life changing, reaction to the flu shot. After being sick two times this summer I knew I couldn't risk it in the winter. Everywhere you look some one is coughing and sneezing. Also when your taking public transportation there is no telling what kind of people, and for that matter how many people have sat and touched where I am sitting and touching now.

I'm in the crowded subway terminal waiting for the train, and I see two open seats next to this old lady. Oddly no one is sitting in them. I look closer at the lady and notice that she has on a blue jogging suit. Her body is puffed up like the nutty professor, and her head is cocked to the side. Her eyes are closed, and she is not moving. I can barely tell if she's breathing. One of her puffy legs lay extended; sadly with no shoes on her feet only layers of socks. Beneath the extended leg was a trail of dark liquid. It look like a mixture of blood and feces. It was severely disgusting! People were trying their best to act as if they didn't notice her. I don't know why the police or the EMT wasn't called. The lady looked as if she could have been dying or worse already dead.

Now I'm happy to have found a seat on the train, and there is only standing room left. Just my luck a overweight 50ish Caucasian man stands in front of me. I'm looking at the front part of his pants and his overly huge stomach. Next thing I know the man starts passing deadly but silent gas, and it STINKS! There is a skinny, tall, African American girl seated next to me and she is frowning up her face because she smells it too. We both looked at each other with a look of disgust on our faces and then she dropped her head down. No matter where you put your head you were going to smell this man. All I could think was if this man farts one more time I'm going to get ghetto on him. On the bright side. I couldn't help but to think that the mans huge stomach would serve as a good air bag if the train was to throw me forward and out of my seat. Now on the other side of me was an African American woman. She looked to be in her 70's. She had all these hard, firm, severely, raised nodules all over her face, hands and neck. This was no Halloween costume. Think of a human pickle and multiply that. Here I was freaking out about my pimples, and this just proved to me how much worse it could be.

Any how check me out on my facebook page and you can see the costume I wore for Halloween. I guess my theater side was coming out of me because I decide to wear my mask on the train, and for once I was the weirdo. Can you say "all eyes on me"? I honestly didn't think I was anything to stare at but apparently I was wrong. I was a princess going to a masquerade ball. I had on a floor length, bright, yellow, ball gown with elbow length, white, satin, gloves, and a gold and silver, butterfly mask.

Well it was definitely one hell of a night. I went to two clubs and one restaurant. My associate...hmm let's call her Jade. She threw up at one of the most crowded restaurants located in Time Square. I felt sorry for the dinners next to her. When she finished puking her guts out she didn't even apologize to them. She started laughing hysterically, and then got up and went to the bathroom. Yeah she was a nasty, hot, mess! We left the restaurant and ran into some teenagers horsing around and throwing food. I got hit in the shoulder and cussed them all the way out NYC style! I don't know if there was some bad juju going on because the next day I got food poisoning. Therefore I spent the next evening throwing up and my girl "T" fell and hurt her ankle and spent the next day throwing up from the pain killers.

Now it's the end of the night and I'm just hoping I get in the house before 3AM. With the train making all local stops this is highly unlikely. Even though I'm not the only one in costume; I'm still catching looks sideways and back. Now I know how the homeless feel when people stare at them. One lady told me she was staring because the mask was so pretty, but I don't think that's why everyone else was burning holes in me. Anyhow waiting on the train wasn't too bad that night because of the talent in the subway. There was an 40ish, average looking, Caucasian man in the subway. He was playing a keyboard along with a trumpet, and making up songs. What ever he saw he threw it in his song. It was funny. He sung about the passengers waiting on the train, and how happy we were when it was approaching the station. Least to say I did make it home two minutes before 3AM.

Homeless and Helpless

I was on a crowded shuttle bus one evening and there was an African-American homeless man sitting in the front seat. He looked to be in his early 60's. I assume he was high on some type of paraphernalia because he was talking loudly and swatting at flies that weren't there. Half of the people seated in front of the bus were staring and laughing. I was staring and then dropped my head and laughed to myself. Then I stopped and realized how sad this man situation must be.

I didn't see my first real homeless person till after I graduated college and moved to St. Louis. Praise God I don't reside in that city anymore. Furthermore it was a cultural shock for me to see such a thing in person. It was weird and a little unnerving having an unsightly stranger approach me and ask me for money. Now living here in New York City; I realize that homelessness in an epidemic. I see a homeless person everyday. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm looking at a human being because they are covered with papers or curled up in a tight ball. It's odd to me because this is the place where people come to fulfill their dreams and hopes. I never thought I would walk outside and see soo much pain, despair and hopelessness.

There are different categories of homeless people. I'm sure this is not all of them. What I have seen is: Sad, Bold,and Angry. Last week I spoke to a homeless woman on the train. She was Caucasian, short, and looked to be in her late 40's. She stood up from her seat,and gave a speech to a car full of young African Americans. She said she was down on her luck and she would not be asking for handouts unless she really needed to. A young teenage girl ask her if she ate chicken. The homeless lady replied "yeah". The teenage girl gave the woman her box of leftover Popeye's. There was a young lady next to me who gave her some money. The homeless woman started walking and lost her balance on the moving train. She smacked her jaw into one of the pole that stands in the middle of the train for passengers to hold on to. The poor woman looked as if she was trying her best to fight back tears. She grabbed her jaw with eyes closed and pain on her face. A woman who was in her 20's offered her some water to get the blood out of her mouth, but woman turned it down. She said she had water in her bag. She stood there until the next stop. I gave the woman some money as well as a few Ib Profen. She thanked me and then began to tell me what was going on with her. She said that her husband had committed suicide last week and that she was just barely hanging on. She also stated that her mouth was already hurting her because she had an infected tooth. I don't know if it was true or not. I did inform her on some of the free services that were available to her in that area. She told me she knew about them already. All I could say was keep holding on and things will get better. She thanked me for my generosity and we parted ways. I honestly don't remember if I told her to pray to God for help,or if the words God bless you was mentioned.

To top it off later that week was another homeless man on the train. I couldn't tell if he was African American or Hispanic. He was about 5'10, slim, and had on sunglasses that didn't really stay on his face. He held a large picture in his hand, but I couldn't see clearly what was on it. Apparently it was a picture of him before and after he first got burned. This man face was completely covered with deep heavy scars. His ears were disfigured and one of his eyes were practically hanging out. I assume it was a false eyeball. It was absolutely horrible pitiful site. He gave a speech also, but I couldn't really make out what he was saying. Though we all knew that he wanted money. Male and female alike willing gave it to him. The whole thing made me want to cry. I reached in my purse to give the man some money, but he walked right passed me. I even waited to see if he was getting off at the next stop, so I could catch him and give him the money. He stayed on the train but went to the next car telling his sob story and collecting more money. I stood there on the platform thinking to myself, "I give more money to the homeless than I do to the church".

I don't know how I forgot about the homeless man on the train with no shirt on. He was a tall, black, frail man. He sat there shivering and twitching. He had on busted tennis shoes. One of them had a huge hole in the front. You could see his big toe sticking out of it. He must of had an infection in that toe because it was black as night. The toenail itself looked molded. There was a African American, heavy set, lady on the train giving a speech about how she needed money and wasn't ashamed to accept food also. She called herself "MAMA". Someone gave her some money, but when she looked at the dirty homeless man she gave him the money. She then reached in her plastic bag and gave him a sandwich also. The man took the handouts without sayin a word of thanks. MAMA told him "God bless you". I was amazed to see one homeless person help another. I guess she knew he was worse off then she was.

I woke up the next morning cursing God because I had spilled pomegranate juice in the refrigerator. There was juice everywhere including the floor. I took out the drawers to the fridge and washed, wiped and dried. I was so upset. I didn't think I was going to have enough time to catch the bus, but I did. I sat on the bus mad at the juice that spilled and the time it took to clean it up. I didn't really feel like being sociable. I sat there in my seat and that's when I thought back to the homeless man. He doesn't even have the sight to clean up a mess like I had made that morning. I apologized to God for cursing him. Instead I thanked him quietly for my many blessings.

The Fat Black Pussy Cat Cont..

I'm on my way to 230 Fifth roof tar bar to meet Kema. I took an early shuttle and now I'm on the train. I can't recall what the man next to me looked like, but he had on soo much cologne my sinus began to start up. Auuugghh... I hate when people let their perfume/cologne wear them. Have you ever passed someone on the street, and after you pass them; consequently you can still smell them ten minutes later? There is literally a trail of their scent left behind. Of course I'm sneezing and blowing my nose at this point because my sinuses are irritated. I hear the subway door car open as the train is still moving. I look up and there is a African American man, who looked to be in his mid thirties, standing there with a case of various stale looking candy. Old bags of M&M's, Starburst, Snickers, etc. In a loud voice he said
"Get your candy, help out the youth. A dollar a bar is all it takes."
Then he repeated that phrase two more times. Once in Spanish and again in broken English and then he said "SHABA" really loud. Everybody just looked at him and no one budged to buy a single bar. He then went to the next car giving the same speech. Five more stops to go before I get to my destination, and now there are five, young, rude and loud youth in the car I'm in. Male and female youth talking entirely too loud, so everybody could here there conversation. Cussing and carrying on, and conversing about all the fights they've gotten into this year. Using the "N" word like it's the proper thing to do. I was so irritated by them I wanted to move to another car. Finally it's my stop and I can escape the subway madness for the time being.

I arrive at 230 Fifth, and in my opinion it's the most beautiful roof tar bar in Manhattan. The view is magnificent and the atmosphere is lively. It's generously spacious, and if you don't want to be outside you can always go inside to the club/lounge area and sit on the beautiful, bright, red furniture. Hot pink, green and blue lights illuminate the room decor. My only complaint is the elevator doesn't take you all the way up to the roof, and the menu is a tad bit on the pricey side. Kema order a regular pepsi; which was $6, and a small serving of french fries at $7. I got the pineapple coconut martini at $14 and lamb tea sandwiches for $12. Total bill $40.69 and that doesn't include the tip or the drink Kema had before I got there! Needless to say after our drinks were gone so were we. We went on to Taj Lounge. A nice spacious club that gets overly crowded once midnight arrives. We got there early so we could get in for free. That's right NYC does have some freebies if you know where to look and what to sign up for. Apparently there was a mix up. To our surprise, our names weren't on the VIP/get in free list, and we had to pay to get in. Kema was not happy about that. We were also supposed to get two free drinks at the bar, but was told we needed tickets that we knew nothing about. Kema tried to find out what had gone wrong but the staff gave her the run around; which caused Kema to get a major attitude. "OK, let me handle it." I told her. I spoke to a 350lbs African American bouncer who had flirted with me earlier at the entrance. He pointed me in the direction of the manager. I spoke with the manager, and I walked away with six drink tickets in my hand and an professional apology.

The DJ spun music from the early 90's to the present. Sticking to the hip hop and rap genre. People were dancing wildly and some doing nasty moves as if they should have been in a hotel room. I danced with a tall African American guy who looked to be in his mid 20's. He wasn't cute, but wasn't too ugly either. He asked me if he could take me out to dinner sometime. I don't know why I said yea. When I really meant no. I just don't know how to mean to people. Now he's been calling me for over three weeks, and I have yet to take his call. Don't judge me! LOL. It was soo crowded and hot Kema and I headed towards the bar for a water. $5 for a $1 bottle of water. That's more than what the airport charges. The Money you will pay for convenience is astounding at times. After awhile Kema and I got tired of people bumping into us on the dance floor, and decided to call it a night. It was time to go get something to eat.

My friend, we'll call her "T" for short joined me at a diner. The food wasn't good. As a matter of fact I had to send mine back. The entertainment on the other hand was. Behind me sat two Caucasian women who were in their late 30's. They had been to a club and one of them had way to much to drink. The sober lady who had blond hair and bright red lipstick spoke to me. She informed me that she only goes out to bars and clubs about 3-4 times a year. Her drunken friend sat there; with her head laid in her plate of cheese fries half sleep; had begged her to come out. The lady told me that her friend was fine just a minute ago. As a matter of fact her drunken, brunette, friend had driven them to the diner. The brunette then got up wobbly in her stance and ran to the bathroom. She returned to the table 20 minutes later.

About 15 minutes passed and a loud rowdy group of about ten walked through the door. They were male and female of European decent. All look to be under the age of 25 years. They were seated in the back. Not even five minutes passed before you heard a loud BOOM. Next thing you know the cops were being called. One of the guys had broken something that belong to the restaurant along with his hand. Half of the their group split before the cops would arrive. I had seen enough for the night I was ready to go home. My sweet tooth was calling so I got a piece of carrot cake to take with me. On the way to the car I almost step in a pile of pink puke that was not there before. Undoubtedly it belonged to the drunken brunette who left before we did.

As I took the train back to the shuttle bus I noticed a woman staring at me. Wouldn't you know it she was plus sized. I shifted my gaze to something else, but when it returned she was still staring at me. She then rolled her eyes so hard at me. I believe it had to hurt. I began to wonder if she knew me because she kept rolling them. Next thing I knew she is whispering to a brown skin man seated next to her. He looked to be he gay friend. They both stared at me and then laughed. I looked passed them and then away from them but I could still see this lady from my side view rolling her eyes at me. Needless to say I got off at the next stop and switched to a different train. It may seem extreme but I'm starting to think NYC is the capitol for CRAZY and I'm just not willing to risk it!

Until next time. Readers stay safe and upbeat!!!

The Fat Black Pussy Cat

One of my friends told me that a person has to almost kill you; for you to get some justice. That a damn shame. I have much more important things to accomplish. I refuse to stay dwelling on the past, or demons and wolves disguise in sheep's clothing. What man cant handle, God will. So thank all of you who sent me cards, voice mails, emails and text messages and who called about my last posting. With that said, I have much to tell and will do my best to fit in in one post.

I went out of town last weekend to visit my mother, which was absolutely wonderful! Consequently the bus I took down there had sick people on it, and NO it wasn't Grey Hound. The young, nice looking, black, man that sat next to me breath stunk so bad I could smell it through his closed lips. The girl on the other side of me coughed, sneezed and blew her nose. Thus this past week I was sick with a cold and am late with my posting. Below is what I have noticed and did in the past following weeks.

Trips on the bus and subway are always so interesting. You see and hear some of the most bizzar and uncomfortable things. Lately I have been noticing a lot of females especially black, plus size, women staring at me and rolling their eyes. I'm not sure if my face look like a special, dark, brownie with nuts and icing, or if I just look that damn interesting. I'm serious every time I go out on the weekends women are staring and cutting their eyes at me like I've stolen something from them. I hate to say this but sometime my own people really get on my last nerve. I mean these big Bitches up here in NYC were clowning these past weekends.

My best friend, lets call her Kema for privacy sake. We had gone out a week before to a place known as The Fat Black Pussy Cat. A totally awesome place. A lot of people come here after work for the happy hour. They have Martinis to die for. The chicken wings are good, but not hot/spicy enough for me. Anyhow It's a three level bar/lounge/club, decked out in antique to modern time furniture. I definitely have to go back we had a blast. It was here that we decided we were going to kick it hard the next weekend because she was returning home to Germany. So we vowed to go out Friday, Saturday and even Sunday of the next week if we had the energy. Club hopping, restaurants and drinking it would be.

Next weekend is here and the subway lines are still being worked on over the weekends. My devoted readers know that means you have to take the shuttle bus part of the way to get to your destination. There I was sitting on a non-crowded, MTA, shuttle bus. I was cute as ever with my dress, makeup and hair looking soo right. I was anticipating a great night out; when this plus sized, black women, with dingy dread locks, gets on the shuttle. She had on a MTA worker shirt with blue work pants; which meant she's an employee of the Metropolitan transportation Authority. Honestly she looked like a lesbian, but you cant tell who is and who's not these days. She had a black bag on wheels with her. Instead of putting her luggage in the luggage rack and taking a seat, she put the bag right in front of me. Then she stood in front of the bag facing me with her legs spread apart like a damn man! I was thinking what the F#*% is wrong with this lady? I cleared my throat a couple of times but she didn't budge. I looked up at this woman, and she was looking down at me like I was going to be her midnight snack. To say I was uncomfortable would not even cover it! Thank God! A handicap person got on the bus. The MTA woman had to move her fat ass so the wheel chair could fit!

Oddly it didn't stop there. My best friend "Kema" and I arrived at Club Soiree ready to party. The female security guard started right in on me. Asking me all type of questions. "Are you gay or straight?, do you have a husband?, are you single?, do you live by yourself?, can you cook?, do you like to clean?"
"Damn!"I thought to myself. "Men don't even approach me like this. This lady is bold as hell. What is it tonight with the plus size, black women, in uniform?" I replied to her. "yes I'm straight. No, I'm not married. I wish I was. Single yes, and cooking and cleaning I do myself."
She then replied on how nice I looked. I told her thank you, and she needed to be with someone total opposite from her because opposites attract. She smiled at me and then told me to turn around because she had to frisk me before I could enter the club. As I stood there with my backside facing her she said in a loud voice "DAMN!" All I could do was laugh and shake my head.

Club Soiree was a nice huge club with three different levels. Kema and I kicked it and I didn't get home till 6am. The next night It would be drinks at the Best Roof top bar in NYC, etc etc. Stay tuned for the rest of the adventure..

Is the Judicial System F***** Up?

It's the next day. I'm sitting here dressed and ready, waiting on my ride to court. I'm nervous. I can feel it in the pit of my gut. I will be so happy when this whole ordeal is over. Part of me feels like braking down and crying, but I've wasted enough tears, and my ex-boyfriend has wasted enough of my time. I know some of you are wondering what the hell I'm talking about?

To make a very long and painful story short. A year in a half a go I was dating a man. The relationship was not healthy. I tried to brake up with him and he flipped out on me. He put his hands on me in a way no man should ever touch a woman. The police was called and charges were pressed. A world wind of bad things happen because of this incident. Friends, family, jobs, etc, etc, lost and gained. Life learned lesson, learned the hard way. I'm just glad I was strong enough to do what needed to be done. Thank God for blessing me to make it out of the situation alive, and now I'm on my way to see justice prevail. I started writing this post towards the end of July and thus have gotten more information on it in late August. I told you when I know you would as well.

Back from court and I don't have a verdict. I have to wait another two weeks to get a verdict. Two weeks pass and I still don't have a verdict. To say that I am pissed off is a huge understatement. Now I'm informed that I have to wait even another two weeks. Subsequently I am informed that most abusers/criminals get away with this sort of misdemeanor, unless a man utterly beats his victim to near death. Other than that it's just his word against yours! A lot of people just want to put the crime behind them as if nothing ever happened, but I am not one of those people. If I don't stand up for my rights who will? This ordeal has been staring me in the face since it happened. What ever the outcome may be; no matter what the verdict is I'm going to continue to move on with my life and thus have been doing so since this painful incident. I need justice to prevail, and I'm starting to think that there is no such thing. Now I understand why people take matters into their own hands. Cant say I blame them, when the judicial system wont do their jobs. I cant help to think "Why in the hell is the system taking my tax money and other tax payers money so the judge can sit at his or her podium and act like their putting down the law? When in all reality their just looking at your watch wondering what they should order for lunch or if they will make it home for dinner. That's is definitely the impression I got.

It is almost September. Finally I get the verdict and it didn't surprise me one iota. Am I disappointed? YES Am I glad it's over? YES See the man I dated was a minister appointed over half of a church. If he could fool a church congregation as well as other preachers/ministers then he most definitely could fool a "judge". In other words he can lie better than I can tell the truth! Then there is always the only True Judge, the Higher Power Judge, GOD and you can't fool him!

When a horrible situation happens to you, you find out who really cares about you and who doesn't, and I'm not just talking about friends either, but that's another blog entirely on it's on! As of my self, I'm in a much better place in all the ways there is to be. The "man" and I use that word loosely that I dated is still a miserable. No exaggeration at all. He's even fatter than he was when I left him, and is still UNEMPLOYED as well as UNEDUCATED!

On a positive note, No matter how bad the situation is; I do understand and believe that everything really does happen for a reason. I also know that karma is a Bitch. I wont have to say or do anything else from here on out about this past situation. See, your own juju as some will put it, definitely has a way of catching up with you. If you put good into the atmosphere you will get good coming back to you. If you put out garbage, pain and chaos into the atmosphere you better believe it will find it's way back to you 10x or 20x fold. My hands are clean of the situation and that chapter of my life is closed! I am now on to much more brighter and better things and taking control of what the future has to offer!

How was your weekend?

First off anybody that knows me know I am horrible with direction. Thus forth I'm always getting lost, but I have gotten better. Little did I know, when I returned from my Birthday vacation that the subways would be closed from 145Th-89st. This was and still is very bad. So everyone that would normally get on the subway tries to pile onto a shuttle; which really is just a regular bus. Sometimes the shuttle is an extra long bus that looks like it has an accordion in the middle of it. I want you to imagine a filled bus. That's like 25-30 people right? Well now imagine a regular size bus with over 60-75 people in it. Did someone say personal space? What's that?

The bus stopped. More people got off and even more people got on. I was sitting in a single seat texting on my phone. I noticed a man walking towards me but continued to text. A few seconds later I looked slightly to my left, and noticed I had a medium sized Puerto Rican crotch staring me in the face. I was scared to look into the face of whom it belonged to because he would know that I was staring at his lower quadrant. Why did he choose to stand in front of me anyway? Couldn't he had put that package else where? Now I know what it feels like to be a midget. I could tell he was cute from his waste down. Nice pants, up to date kicks(shoes), and the way he stood he had a certain swagger about him. I had to see if his faced matched the rest of his body, so I slowly and yet quickly raised my head. Our eyes met. We stared at each other with out saying one word. "I wonder what hes thinking?" A few seconds pass and I look back down at my phone. I decide that I can't ride the entire way home like this. I got off at an earlier stop to visit a friend and got the shock of my life.

Now sitting with my friend at his shop catching up; when all of a sudden we hear a loud POP!Everybody in a 100 feet radius hit the ground.POP, POP, POP! "Was that what I think it was"? Scared and shocked at the same time. Within seconds all we could see were skinny, black, male, legs running at top speed.

My friend, lets call him Zack. He tried to tell me it was just a car back firing, but my instincts told me better. Then he tried to say it may have been fireworks. "Unnuhh. NO WAY! It was to deep sounding to be fireworks, and too loud and hard to be a car back firing." "I'm not used to guns nor do I like them but I believe that's what I just heard." I told him. "Well if that was gun fire the police will be here in a few minutes" he tells me. A few minutes pass and there are now over seven police cars and an ambulance.

That was one of the scariest moments of my life. Not to mention I hurt my arm, and my friend stepped on my leg as we all dove to the floor to take cover. We get up off the floor, and I'm in total shock. Nosey people run over to the scene of the crime. I stayed put. I began to think of how many innocent people including myself could have gotten hurt. It was a hot day, and children were outside playing and laughing everywhere. Various people shopping and walking all about. Ten minutes passed and mostly everybody went back to doing what they were doing before the shots rang out. I just thank GOD for watching over my friend and I. I still love this city, but I can't help to think about the peaceful atmosphere I just left behind. I was still basking in the memories of Jamaica and not wanting to come down from my natural high, but being in NYC sure did snap me out of that.

Well have a great week followers and readers!

Hedonism II Part 2 Continued

PRAISE GOD! A day later. WE HAVE MADE IT, and I have just realized it's my Birthday!I was starting to think we weren't ever going to get to Montego Bay Jamaica. It didn't seem real to me until we walked down a long, curvy hallway, to get to customs. Once we got through customs we went to baggage claim. I don't know why I was the least bit surprised but that the airline had lost my luggage. As a matter of fact my luggage didn't even follow me. Least to say I was utterly pissed, but on the upside I really didn't need much clothing anyway;-)

Thank goodness I have a friend like ZsaZsa.
She loan me a few items to get me through the first day. The next morning my
luggage arrived, and I could finally relax; until I saw this white residue on the front of my suitcase. I opened up the compartment and saw that the container of powder which was closed by a lid was no longer closed but sitting inside of the container. Personnel didn't even try to close the container properly after opening it. The outside compartment of the suitcase was ruin. Powder was spilled and stained everywhere. I cleaned up the mess as best as I could. I was just thankful that nothing had gotten on my clothes. Lesson learned the hard way. I will NO longer be checking in luggage unless I utterly have to. The hassle of loosing it, finding it, and at sometimes paying for it, is not worth it.

With all that said I can now start to tell you about the best Birthday I've ever had. Remember I said earlier it's all on how you speak to people? My travel agent and I did everything in our power to get the airline as well as the resort to accommodate us for the day we lost, due to it not being our fault. Thank goodness they saw the silver lining. I received the day back and didn't have to pay extra. Now I was ready to enjoy me vacation/birthday at Hedonism II.

Hedonism is the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the highest good. A devotion to pleasure as a way of life. Have you ever tried Meditating, Praying, Massage or even sleeping to free your mind of all negative thoughts or worry? Yet, no matter how hard you try to clear your mind thoughts keep creeping in. Here in Jamaica, at this resort, I was able to do just that. I have never been able to just drop all trouble or concern. It was too the point where I couldn't even keep track of the days or hours because my atmosphere was so serene and yet mind blowing. Days begin to run into each other. In other words I couldn't keep up on what day it was. The clocks in the rooms weren't set and we couldn't figure out how to set them. ZsaZsa phone didn't reset to the international time and we weren't sure if mine did or not. So we couldn't keep track of that either. It's was weird because after 24hrs of being there you pretty much gave up on trying to keep track. Every now&then we would check in with a staff member to make sure we didn't miss our reservations for dinner. To both of our pleasure time just seem to run extremely slow there. It was if all your cares were truly left at the door. I have not ever been able to do that. The only thing I did stress about was my luggage and once I got that it was pretty much smooth sailing.

The staff at Hedo for the most part were extremely friendly and they aimed to pleased. I felt as if I was a "C" list movie star. For my birthday my waitress decorated my table with exotic red flowers that spelled out my name. She sung to me in a sweet voice and brought wine, champagne, and a chocolate cake to my table. I felt so special for all of this was a surprise to me; as well as the people who were already sitting at my table that I didn't know. The next evening I got back to my room and found a plate of fresh fruit with a bottle of champagne wishing me once again a Happy Birthday! It was really kind of the resort to remember my special day.

So what did I do at this resort your asking? I had a ball. I let my alter ego loose. Her name was KeKe, but I spelled it KeiKei. ZsaZsa and I went on a Booze Cruise in the Atlantic Ocean. After you get a tour of the other resorts the boat stops and everyone jumps into the ocean. The part of the ocean we were in was about 30 feet and yes I was scared. I know how to swim, but I never been that deep in such a huge body of water. So the life guard sought me out even before the boat took off. He stayed very close to me to make sure I was okay. We swam together in the caves; which was really cool. Honestly, I don't think I would have gotten off the boat if it wasn't for him. ZsaZsa on the other hand had on flippers and a snorkel and didn't fret one tiny bit.

The next day we both went on "The Glass Boat". The bottom of the boat was made of glass so you could see everything in the ocean. We saw a lot of different fish, algae, plants, different size starfish, stingrays and such. It was all just so wonderful to be so close with the other part of nature. I also went jet skiing twice. I was scared both times, but I enjoyed it. It's amazing how tight you will hold onto someone you don't know from Adam when you frightened. I squeezed my trainer so tight he offered to take me to the island across the water. I politely told him "no thank you". The next time I got on the jet ski I wasn't as scared and I actually drove it myself. This time I had a different trainer. He sat behind me. He repeatedly told me in his Jamaican accent
"ah girl you got a nice my bumper".

There was live entertainment every night, and many other interesting activities you could take part in. Or you could just spend the evening in the hot tub that was just as big as the swimming pool. Speaking of the swimming pool. There were multiple pools with swim up bars as well as pool tables inside them. It was awesome,and the food was extraordinary. Fruit that woke up the senses as well as the libido. Exotic drinks; which reminds me, did I mentioned that we had unlimited top shelf alcohol? There was no cut off! You could drink 24 hours a day! Is this a good thing you may ask? Well I guess it depends on the person. For me this was a wonderful thing. I ordered drinks that I would never order in the club because they cost too much. Although you do have your mad drunks and people that just shouldn't be drinking at all. I saw and heard a few bad things go down. One being a married couple who got into a physical fight because the guy was drunk and high. Speaking of which, I guess I must have forgotten where I was because if it wasn't legal it sure looked that way. People were smoking weed/Mary Jane/ marijuana everywhere. There was a Jamaican man who offered to take me off the island to a party. Part of me wanted to go, but I've watched soo much LMN. I told myself I wasn't going to leave the resort and I didn't. As this man was talking to me he pulled out this paper with this thick green plant on it. I mean this was the real deal. I could smell it and it wasn't even crushed, rolled, or lit. I mean seriously, I knew I couldn't go anywhere with this guy. I would be passed out somewhere just from the contact of the potent plant rolled up in his paper.

I should tell you that there is a Nude and Prude side of the resort. I think you can figure out the difference. There were soo many activities a person could choose from there was no reason to ever get bored. I've always wanted to experience body painting. When I heard that this was one of the activities I jumped on it. I walked over to the Nude side and henceforth got breast painted. The entertainment staff painted colorful flames on each breast. Then she wrote on my chest."Great Tits of Fire" Her art work was very well received by all races and genders.

Let me drop something on you guys. AAaauhh. I guess it's more of a question and please don't hesitate to answer it. Do you think if Eve had never eaten of the apple and then offered up to Adam and he didn't eat of it; ironically we would all still be naked today? You do know that they were naked in the Garden of Eden. They didn't try to cover up until they had sinned against God! It's just a thought. I'm not trying to twist "The Word". I just wanted to know what you guys thought of it?

So what kind of people go to Hedo? I met cousins, best friends, lovers, married couples, brothers, sisters, school mates etc. I would advise that you do go with at lest one other person and not by yourself. How naked did I get? Hmm.... Well I did go skinny dipping, and it felt fantastic. How many men tried to talk to me? LOL too many to keep track. Plus I was approached by two, Caucasian married couple whom I turned down. I must say I was flattered that they found me attractive though. Within one day I manged to have three staff members stalk me for my entire stay. What did I see? Naked body types of all shapes, sizes, and denominations. Huge, medium, small, very small, and everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING in between. I'ma leave it to your imagination. Just remember. If you can imagine it, I saw it...

Hedonism II, The post is soo long it will be continued

I know I told you guys that my next blog would be about court, but I have not got the verdict yet. Therefore I'm left in the dark and so are you. I should know something within the next two weeks and that will be the final part of the post for the month of July.

Moving on. I started a new chapter of my life. I had a birthday July 25Th and it was soo AWESOME! I wanted to do something spacial and new. I wanted to have a proper close to last year; which was entirely too stressful and caused me to increase the gray hairs on my head! I had to have something Wild, Crazy, and Fresh, so I booked a four night and five day getaway to Hedonism II . The saying is "What happens in Hedo stays in Hedo". If you don't know about this all Super-Inclusive resort you'll have to do your research. I will give you one clue. It's a Nudist Resort, that's right Au Naturel. I hope I didn't just loose some of you. Any how to protect peoples privacy except my own. I will be giving them surnames, and focus on my own experiences. With that said I will start from the beginning.

I'm a pre-planer. I've always been that way. I Don't like the stress and the rush of last minutes duties/task. I woke up on time, but my home girl ZsaZsa had been up all night. I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or just the excitement that we were in for an adventure; but the faster she moved the later it got. We left much later than we should have to catch our flight and there were literally road blocks along the way. Every highway we tried to jump on was blocked off. Our flight was at
6AM and we arrived at the airport a little after 5AM. We rushed into the airport and there were tons of people there. Little had we known there had been mechanical problems, as well as weather issues with flights from yesterday and today. We got in line to check in for our flight. Cutting off an elderly Hispanic man; which was not right, but we were desperate. Lucky for ZsaZsa she had two carry ons. We didn't get far from the check in counter when we realized the ticket man never gave us our boarding passes. When I asked the ticket clerk about them; he informed me that my flight had been delayed 4.5hours. He then told me I needed to get in another line because the delayed flight was going to cause us to miss our connecting flight; and thus was the beginning of our troubles.

We were in that other line for two hours. I had on a pair of espadrille heels and had finally decided to take a seat on my suitcase while waiting in line. My lazy butt should have remained standing, because when I got up I notice that my pretty, ankle length, yellow, dress was now wet in several places. Oh my goodness! What was on my dress? Was it something that had busted in my suitcase? Did my dress get into something wet on the floor? Could this be urine? I went to the bathroom to dry it after smelling it. It smelled of soap, thank God. In the bathroom I found only paper towels but that wasn't going to help me. I needed a hand dryer. I picked up the left side of my dress like it was a train and hoped the wet spots weren't visible. Although ZsaZsa let me know that you could see all three of them when I wasn't holding the dress in hand. The spots dried but you could still see them. Not good!

Back in the two hour line I kept hearing the same man talking and obnoxiously laughing out loud. I looked up and there was a short, sunburned, Caucasian men. I've never seen anybody look the way he did. I kid you not. This man had the face of an earth worm. ZsaZsa agreed and couldn't stop laughing. Waiting in line for two hours you start to notice everything. I'm a very detailed person, so now this was multiplied. As I stood there holding my dress; I noticed a Caucasian woman walking in my direction. She was heavy set with bright red hair. She had drawn on these ridiculous, large, red, eyebrows that were to big for her face. Then there was another Caucasian woman who had on short purple pants. Her entire body was round like a snow ball. She had the upper stomach as well as the lower stomach. The puff area is what I like to call it. I hate that part of the stomach it's like a pouch and its not cute. We women try everything not to get one,or to hide the fact that we have one. In this lady case hiding was not an option. She really looked like a cross between a snow globe and a purple grape.

Okay, so now ZsaZsa and I are becoming tired of waiting in the line; and we both decide to change out of our dress shoes into some comfortable non supportive flip flops. I have spent $20-$25 on flip flops trying to get comfort and support and I still come up short. We finally get to the ticket counter and find out that the flight that would have gotten us to our connection on time was just given to the family of four before us. You must know I was truly disappointed. I'm sure some of you are familiar with this phrase. "Timing is Everything". What should have been a seven hour trip turned into an 24hour trip. Our original trip route was to leave STL-TX-MBJ. I hope the abbreviations didn't confuse anybody. I don't know what made me do it, but before I gave the agent my suitcase; I decided to take a few personal items out and put them in my carry on.

Consequently we had to take a later flight which meant we had a later connection, and yet we still missed our connecting flights three times. I should let you know that none of these times was our fault! Two of them we missed because the plane was on the runway for 30 minutes after it landed waiting to connect to a gate. The other we missed because the ticket clerk couldn't stop complaining to all of her
co-workers; how she had hurt the same finger three different times that day. She wanted all their opinions if she should feel out an injury form. Well while waiting on one of our connecting flights I ran into a lady in the bathroom. She had a hair dryer in her hand. She had just spilled coffee on her white top. I kindly asked her if she was in a rush. She told me "No" and then I told her the story of my dress. I washed out the stains on my dress and she let me use the hair dryer to dry the spots. It was as if I had never set in the soapy smelly stuff!

So how did our trip go? STL-Chicago, Chicago-ATL, ATL-Miami, and Miami-MBJ. Did I mention we stayed the night at ATL airport? For several hours we watched an African American man ride that little security scooter back and forth. He reminded me of the movie Mall Cop, as he stared at us each time he passed. Anyhow ZsaZsa and I are trying our best to be positive and not get on each other nerves. The stress of traveling can be exhausted, especially when you realized you have missed one whole day of your vacation due to a traveling error that was out of your control.

Anyhow all was not at lost. I'm a true believer in "You should treat people the way you want to be treated", "It's all in how you talk to people". If you give a person respect 9x out of 10 they will do the same. Twice I was able to get ZsaZsa and I bumped up to first class. Trust me after seeing so many airports I needed a complementary glass of wine; along with having a nice cushioned seat with extra leg room. Did I mentioned the soft, warm, throw blankets and the headphones. Although I always have my Snuggie on hand when I travel. People always stare st me when I pull it out. Ironically some one always comes up to me and tells me they wish they had one. Yes this was one of the best gifts my grandmother ever got me. Oh yes. I can't forget the complimentary snacks. You don't get that in coach. You have to pay for everything except a juice or soda beverage.

There were many other bazaar people we saw while traveling to our destination. Starting off with the English lady who had the weird toes. Her big toe and her pinkie toe were much bigger than usual, and they turned inward. All the toes in between were small. Both feet looked like a human wrench. This was not a pretty site, but obviously the lady had learned to live with her disfigurement. She had on a pair of sandals that showed off her entire foot and her toe nails were polished. Then there was a men who looked to be in his late 60's. He was tall with grey hair. He kind of resembled Santa Claus, yet his backside was bigger than two of mine. Oddly enough there were a lot of people we saw with jacked up feet. I saw all type of weird shape toes. Not to mention the African man dressed in his African garment. He was sitting with his knees in the chair. His thick nasty flaky skin on the sole of his foot was facing us. His foot resembled alligator skin. I guess when the heat is on the hideous feet will come out to play.

Needless to say ZsaZsa and I enjoyed first class immensely.

Life, Life, Life, LIfe.

Well first let me start off by apologizing to all my readers and followers. Life has just been all together overwhelming; which you will discover in my next three post.


My mother surprised me for the Fourth of July weekend! I was supposed to have a blind date that weekend, but I had to cancel. I truly believe my mothers visit just saved me from wasting my time with another loser. Quite honestly, I love mommy and me time. Even as adults I don't think we ever out grow wanting our own special time with our parents. As a matter of fact when we get older, I think we appreciate it even more. Shopping, site seeing, bonding conversations, more shopping, a lot of walking, and of course some New York Pizza; made it an absolutely wonderful visit.


Not sure what the big deal is about NYC fireworks. I wasn't up close because the streets were packed with people. I was on 42ND street and 11Th avenue. I truly believe that there were over five million people out there. It was 9PM and 95*. I went straight home after the fireworks. To say that the subways were crowded with people would be a huge understatement. One train stopped and I decided to wait on the next one. Peoples faces were literally crushed up against the windows of the subway! I could see bodies all mixed and mangled together. Subsequently it wasn't any better on the next train. It seemed as if you were a Siamese twin conjoined by the sides to the person besides you. All while being molested by the person behind you. Truthfully in this situation, no matter how I situated myself I was going to feel hands where they shouldn't be. Consequently there was nothing I could really do about it. And where did I end up? I'm sure your asking. Well my face got stuck in front of an Mexican male. I could have poked out my lips and we would have made contact. My armpit and my backside was in front of a Caucasian male face.
"So sorry", I thought. A seat opened up and I made a quick dash for it. I guess I didn't think it through though. I should have remained standing, because now I'm the one that's smelling ass and gas:-( The smell was giving me a headache. I begin to think to myself that I should have stayed in the house. I could have just watched the fireworks on TV. At the same time it was my first 4Th of July in NYC. I would have been crazy to miss the worlds best fireworks in person. Hhmmm... Well anyhow. As I said earlier the fireworks were just the same as any other big city. I personally think its the caliber of people that make them different. I got stuck next to a Spanish family that were ooo and aahh at every single spark. The Jamaican family on the other side of me finally told them to "Shut the F**K UP"; which was funny as hell! I literally LOL!


The next day I went to the African Market to make an exchange on item that I had gotten over the weekend. The plan was to be in and out. It was extremely hot and I wasn't feeling well. I got there at 11:30AM. I don't know how, but I ended up meeting a gentlemen that worked there. We talked for hours and before I knew it we were having dinner together. I Didn't get home til 7:30PM. I have no idea how we connected. Let alone converse for that many hours on end since we just met. Now we have now been friends almost three weeks and he tells me he loves me. Ummm..Hmm..Wellll..uuhh..hmmm.. Dang it! What are you supposed to say to a person that says they love you, and you don't feel the same way? We'll have to get back to that one.


Sadly after the holiday I got sick with the Flu and thus didn't go out that weekend. Needless to say my new friend whom I just told you about, I'll call him Bruce. He brought me orange juice and checked in on me through out the week. How sweet of him. On a serious note. I hate being sick especially in the summer. The heat makes your sickness seem three times as worse than what it is. Here in NYC I'm experiencing a heat that I've never felt before. Going down in the subway to take a train is just as bad as sitting in a sauna with all your clothes on. I'm glad that my illness only lasted a week.


I have had two weekends of low key behavior. I am back on my feet, and I'm ready to go out and let loose. Until I got punched in the face with a $600 phone bill. I could just cry. Now don't get me wrong there are actually free events a person can attend in NYC, but you are still going to want to eat, drink, or maybe even have to take a cab. Least to say I spent the weekend being a couch potato. Watching Lifetime Movie Network and catching up on my favorite soap opera. The Young and the Restlesss. Yes this was a sad sight.


Now a new week has began and I'm on my way back to St. Louis for court. Yes I said court. I want, and I need justice to prevail. Flying in the air for two hours and somewhat tired I knew I would need a drink of some sort. A side note.For the past seven months I have been finding myself attracted to Asian men; which is odd to me, because I was never attracted to them before. Don't ask me what changed, because I really don't know. As soon as they begin to serve the beverages, I told the Asian male flight attendant I would like a red wine. When I tired to pay him, he told me no and to have a nice day. In my mind I was like "for real", and then began to wonder if I was gonna get arrested when I got off the plane for not paying for my drink. Quite the contrary. He was just being nice to me. Getting ready to land and looking out the window, I feel a smile stretch across my face. I breathe a happy sigh of relief. I'm enthused and thanking GOD that I don't live in St. Louis anymore! Although it was nice to see all the green grass and trees. Not to say that New York doesn't have that. Living in the city is different though. When I need to be around pretty green grass and trees and get in touch with nature. I just go to Central Park. It is the biggest park I have ever been to in my life. I have been there over 10 times and still have not made it through the whole park!

If you want to know who your true friends are, ask them for a favor or two. My friend, will call him Kevin. He claimed he thought I was coming to St. Louis next week. He received emails, text and voice-mails confirming my exact dates. So tell me why I had to take the Metro to my destination? This opened up an opportunity for an 27 year old African American male to hit on me. He was thin, average height, medium brown complexion, and some what cute. As I was purchasing my metro ticket he came up to me and said "Excuse me, Where are you from?" I told him "New York City." He proceeded to ask me how do they dress in NYC and if I was African? I had on a Tye dye African dress with a large sun hat. I informed him that "they dress all, and which in every way in NYC, and no I wasn't African." He then continued to talk to me as I walk up to the metro with my heavy luggage in tow. NOT one time did he try to help me with my luggage. "You have got to be kidding me!" I thought. He followed me onto the metro, and sat diagonally across from me. He then tried complementing me to get my phone number. Someone PLEASE tell me what in the hell is wrong with men today? It seems none of them know how to be gentlemen anymore! Least to say he didn't get my number and I ignored him my entire trip on the metro. Honestly speaking; he still wouldn't have gotten my number even if he had helped me with my luggage, but it's the principal of the whole matter. About 10 minutes has passed and a rough looking, African American lady, who looked to be in her early to mid 20's came and sat directly across from me. She sat with her feet in the isle, so she was facing me. I could see her out of my peripheral vision and she was staring at me HARD! She made me feel really uncomfortable. She stared at me and then my luggage. I didn't know if she were trying to figure where I had come from, or is she wanted to attack me. Finally someone had to get through the isle; which forced her to turn the correct way in her seat, and yet she was still staring at me. All I could think was "Lawd Help! This is very weird."


There is much more to tell you. As I said in the beginning there will be three post in all. This one being the first one. I want to give you a clear warning the next two may be tremendously over whelming for you to handle. The topic being at the Court House which I will be leaving for shortly and of course my trip to Jamaica which takes place this weekend for my birthday. You'll get the details after I do. Have a great week readers and followers and please stay tuned for the next two post.

Jamaican BBQ

Saturday I got on the train. I was heading to the Bronx for a Jamaican BBQ fundraiser. It was crowded as usual. There was a young African American couple standing in front of me. I would say they were in their mind to late 20's. He was a very dark skinned, skinny, tall man, with locks in his hair, that ran down his back. He had on dark sunglasses. They were outlined in white. It was 9PM at night, so I guess he put them on for a certain effect. It came across as stupid to me. Although he sounds attractive, he was not. His girlfriend was Carmel complexioned with a medium build. It didn't seem like she would be with a guy like this, but at the same time she seemed a little confused. It was about 88 degrees outside, and she had on a fitted, long sleeve, sweater and a pair of leg high, moccasin boots, with a short skirt. I thought that was odd, since I had on a top that had all of my arms and back out and I was sweating like a pig in heat. A seat opened up, and instead of the man offering the seat to his girlfriend; he ran and sat down in it. People were looking at her and him. I'm sure they were thinking the same thing I was. "NO he didn't! Your a pretty girl. You don't have to be with a man that looks like that, and is going to treat you like this. Hmm... you must have self esteem issues?" She looked at him with a scowl on her face, and she looked at us in embarrassment.

It amazes me sometimes. We as single women want to have a male companion soo bad. That we compromise ourselves, and let men disrespect us just so we don't have to be lonely. We have to SNAP out of it! It really is NOT that serious. If you end up in such a situation you have to come to a realization that this is someone that you should NOT and probably had no business being with in the first place. I'm speaking from experience! Trust me you don't have to settle. There are plenty of men out there.

Still on the train. Anxious to reach my destination. I haven't been this deep in the Bronx before. I sat there and wonder why does there always have to be some retarded person on the train? I don't mean that in a actual sense, but I do know the answer. It's New York! There are so many damn people, ain't no way they would all be normal! This African girl got on the train. She bumped hard into the water bottle I had in my hand. She didn't even try to say excuse me. I looked at her in disgust as she sat down next to me. That's when I noticed she was drunk. God is so good. Part of me wanted to yell at her, but the Lord held my tongue. No telling how that would have turned out, especially since I was PMS'n! Her guy friend moved her away from me. Good thing, because I don't want to become as rude as 75% of the New York population.

I'm finally at my destination, and I had a wonderful time. I have realized that we as Americans really don't know how to throw a Party. In Addition to island men seem to know how to be gentlemen much better than American men! I paid for my ticket which included a plate of BBQ and a beverage. They had top shelf liquor that you could purchase along with various Jamaican desserts. If I would have waited I wouldn't of had to pay for anything. I had men getting me drinks and food all night long.

Although island men are courteous they still can be snakes. My friend later informed me that one of my suitors was married. Shocked as hell I called him on it. Names aren't important here. As the tall, dark, gentlemen asked me if he could get me another drink, I asked him "how would your wife feel about you getting me a drink?" "HUH?"he said. "You heard me." I said. "Uuhh, I was going to tell you. I would have told you." he said. I just laughed at him. He had to know I didn't believe a word he was saying. I thanked him for the drinks and kept it moving! That is a world of craziness. That I don't have anytime for! Do you know he still had the nerve to approach me. He asked me if he could go home with me. Of course I told him no, and yet this man tried to cock block me for the rest of the night. For those of you who don't know. Cock block means: When a person tries to prevent other people from having contact with you, other than themselves. It worked for a little while. Then I figured out how to ditch him, and I was back in the game.

Dancing, Winding, Grinding, Sweating, Eating and drinking: Malibu and Cranberry juice, three shots of Patron, and a serving of Jamaican Rum Punch later and I'm am ready to call it a night. There was an Jamaican guy that I danced with. He was about 5'7, brown skinned, wore glasses, average looking. He seemed nice enough to become acquainted with, maybe even friends, but that's it. He wanted me to stay at his place. I told him I wasn't that kind of chick. He kept telling his occupation as if that was going to change my mind. He told me more than five times that he was a pharmacist. LMAO. These men are a HOT MESS! He had four kids by the same women and claimed he wasn't married. I thanked him for walking me back to the subway and went on with my business.

I'm sure some of you have heard that you can walk down to the subway for free entertainment. It is true. I'm sitting on the train quietly, and out of no where three, young, African American boys get up and start yelling their chant and dancing. In the chant they told their ages. They were 9-10 years old. After they got done chanting, stepping and dancing, one of the boys walked the train with his hands out for donations. I had to give him something. It was kinda of cool, and you have to be pretty bold to do what they did. It hard to stand up straight on a moving train. Let alone start dancing an doing flips on the train while its moving and turning corners. When he got done collecting the money they moved to the next car. Not a bad way for youth to make some honest money, and it looked like they were really racking up.

Alright people. Until next time. Have a wonderful blessed holiday. Smooches!

OOO...Kinky

Sorry guys. Life has been crazy. I have to give you and update on the past two weeks.

After getting off the subway and catching the wrong bus, I made it to the Singles Evening Cruise down at Pier 81. It wasn't near as adventurous as my last cruise, but it was a decent way to spend Wednesday night. The highlight of my evening was seeing the Statue of Liberty! Along with running into broke leg girl. You guys remember her from the post about club Vudu. Well she fell while dancing to MJ's Beat It,and I couldn't help but to laugh. Besides she didn't hurt herself, and two people helped her up.

Friday night I went to a Latin Quarters. I tried so hard to get there for the Happy Hour. Two drinks for the price of one along with complementary wings, rice, etc. Consequently I had to work late at the last minute and missed it. So of course I had a glass of wine at home. NYC police cops didn't help either. Since they gave me the wrong directions to the club. Luckily one of my friends had gotten me two drinks before the special ended and had them waiting on me when I arrived. Two Vodkas and Sprite. That was the first time I had that drink mixture, and will not have it like that again, unless I necessarily have to. Later on in the evening a handsome Peurtorican bartender made me an Margarita on ice. He liked me so he put an extra shot of alcohol in my drink. That did it. I was officially tipsy.

I had seen this African guy watching my friends and me from the moment I arrived. He eventually worked his way over to us. He danced with each one of them. What I didn't know is, I was his main focus. I danced until i couldn't dance anymore. Tired, I sat down at our table. I decided I would just chill and watch my friends continue to boogie. I kicked off my heels and started rubbing my feet. Within minutes the guy that had been dancing with all my friends was sitting across from me. He picked up my foot and began massaging it. It felt so good that I couldn't say anything. I just tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Suddenly I started to feel this relaxing, slightly, intoxicating feeling. I looked up at the guy and he was sucking my toes! I was in total bliss. I know some minutes passed till I came to my right mind. I snatched my foot away and moved to the other end of my table. I think my mom would have slapped me for letting that man do that. Especially since I didn't know his name. After a few minutes he moved over next to me. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to suck something else. "What?" I asked. "I want to suck your PUSSY!" He told me. "You don't even know my name." is what I was thinking to myself. That's when he started to rub my back. I told him to stop and he did for all of a few seconds. Then he started to do it again. I smacked him on the leg and told him "If you touch me again, it will be your face next." I guess he didn't believe me so he rubbed my back again, and "SMACK!" I hit him in his face. That was the 1st time I've ever really smack a man I didn't know. It felt kinda of good. He stopped, but with in seconds I felt something hot and wet on my back. He was now french kissing my back. "SMACK! SMACK!" Right in his face. Thats when I realized he liked it. I could have smacked him all night and he would have been just fine with it. My girlsfriends told him to leave me alone or they were going to all jump him. I had to flirt with another guy to get rid of him. Apperently this club has other locations around the USA, so feel free to go out and have a good time. Don't forget to let me know what you think.

Anyhow. I don't know whats worse. Me missing my train twice because I didn't realize that the #4 wasn't running. Which means I needed to take the #6. So what would have been a 30 minute trip has now turned into an hour. Now on the train and the man next to me just farted or it might have been the women in front of me. Either way it stunk! Or being on the train and sitting next to an Spanish man who is sleeping, and his head keeps falling on your shoulder. You be the judge.

WARNING This is NOT for the Faint!! N.Y. Princess

I hadn't been out all week and I was ready to kick it hard! Money was no issue tonight. When you work hard for the money and/or have a hard work week you have to treat yourself. $70 in one night was very well spent. I know to some that might be chump change, but I'm saving up for my birthday vacation. Which is taking place in Jamaica! Trust me you will want to read all about it.

Now back to what I was saying. I was on my way to Brooklyn for an event being held by Thicker The Better Ent. They were hosting a midnight cruise aboard the N.Y. Princess. The theme being Callaloo Crusin. I don't know how to say this with out sounding races. On the subway I got stuck sitting next to a couple whom smelled like fried chicken. Stereotypically they were African American. All I could think was please let me get off this train smelling like myself and NOT like fried chicken! The young man had his hand around his girl friend, and she leaned into him. She didn't lean in far enough because she had this huge hair weave in. It kept touching my arm, making me think something was crawling on me. I was glad when they finally got off the train. A Caucasian man had on a white T-shirt. In bold black letters it said
Straight for gays. That was my comic relief. I think that the best part of NYC is that people just do what they damn well please. I'll go in depth about that a little later.

It is now an hour later and I still have 30 minutes to go. I wait for the next train to come so I can make my transfer. It's amazing how many people will talk to you out of no where when your makeup is right, and your hair it tight, and you have a little cleavage showing. OK maybe more than a little. After I got off the second train, I took a short cab ride over to my destination. I was happy that I had gotten there on time. The tickets said boarding at 11pm and sailing promptly at midnight. Well I'm sure I don't have to tell you that we didn't begin to board the ship till midnight, and we didn't set sail till 1A.M. I'm going to tell you right now. I didn't get home till after 6A.M. this morning. I didn't even know I could still hang that long.

We all got into a long line to board the ship. Security walked along the line. They instructed us that we would have to throw away all gum and any liquids. That was strange to me. I never heard of a no gum rule aboard a Cruise ship. I heard of no gum chewing inside a classroom. Funny they didn't say anything about weapons. Although they did do purse and body checks.

As I got closer to getting on the inside of the ship, I noticed that one of my flowers was missing off my sandal. This was only my second time wearing them. I paid $20 for a dressy, pair of gold, thong, flip flop, sandals. They had beautiful gold flowers on them. I wondered where had I lost the flower ornament. Oh hell! I couldn't go on the ship looking like I had on two different pair of shoes. Once aboard, I headed straight to the bathroom. I quickly thought about the Mentos commercial and gently pulled the other flower off my shoe. Now I was ready to party.

I got mad compliments on looking classy and not trashy. I had on a ankle length, ethnic dress. It tied around my neck and accentuated my breast tremendously. There were a lot of women walking around in booty shorts, way to short dresses and some women had on leotards with tights. I'm talking about grown ass women! Some people looked a Hot Mess, and some looked nice. Then you had your women trying to look like the video girls. As far as the men went most of theme were GQ. They had on Suits, nice shirts, slacks and nice shoes. There were a lot of sexy men on board. I had to make sure I didn't stare too long. Didn't want to be rude. The ship was mainly made up of Hispanic, Toboggan, Trinidad, and African people with a sprinkle of other nationalities here and there. It's funny to me. People look at me and assume I'm African or from an Island. I take it as a compliment, but as soon as I open my mouth they ask me where am I from. I always wanted an accent. I never knew I had one until I moved here. Maybe my look will help me land that leading role one day or any role for that matter.


I went to the bar and order myself a drink. I noticed a few fine men and then I went down to the bottom level of the ship. I found my self a seat and finished my drink. I ordered another drink from the bar downstairs. I don't remember what it was I got. It was something new, but the bartender made it much stronger than the bartender upstairs. The ship hadn't even set sail yet and I was tipsy as hell. I think that's when I began to notice that there were a lot more couples down stairs. Regular couples and then some looked to be swingers and lesbians couples. I really had to do a few double take because some of the men were actually women. I don't think y'all understand. One woman had long locks in her hair. She had on a pastel, mint colored suit, with square toe shoes to match. She had on the tie and the vest, and didn't seem to have any breast. Her girlfriend was really pretty. I thought they were a hetero sexual couple. I had to do a four take, NOT a double take because seriously I was almost fooled. My gaydar is soo broke. I cant tell if your gay or lesbian unless you are truly flaming one way or the other. It seemed like most of the single men and women were upstairs dancing. I wanted to dance, but I was much more ready to get my grub on. My instincts sent me to the right place. Once we set sail they began to serve the food; which was on the lower level along with complimentary jello shots. Every one that was upstairs was now downstairs.

Two alcohol drinks, four jellos shots and a plate of island food later(rice and peas, fried dumplings, chicken,etc) I'm upstairs outside on the deck. I walked right into a weed smoking gathering. There were a least five blunts going around as well as people smoking there own joints. My nose is soo sensitive. I can pick distinctive scents out of anything. As soon as I walked out side I got hit with the smells of the marijuana. The scent was so pungent. I smelled: skunk weed, spicy, black, pepper weed, and something that smelled like a mix between plants and flowers. I was only on the deck for ten minutes looking at the water, and I think I got a contact high. I was about to go back inside when an older man approached me. Lawd Help! I think he was more near my grandmothers age than mine. He was dress MUCH younger than he was. He had a joint in his hand and he was trying to spit game at me. He got me a shot of tequila and a pineapple and Malibu. We talked a little bit and then went inside to dance. He might have been old, but this man could move. Winding and grinding on me.

Reggae, Soca, R&B, Hip Hop and Old School was playing the whole night. My best friend would have loved this cruise. It was right up her alley. I danced the night away with some other man. I can't remember his name now, but I believe I burned off all my calories from the food I ate. My makeup was gone and I had worked up a serious sweat. As I looked around the danced floor it seemed like every one was winding and grinding, popping and locking, or just dancing in the Doggie Style position. I decided that I had had enough. I went downstairs. I knew the restroom would be less crowded there, since most of the people on the boat were now upstairs. I then found my self a seat and just took in my atmosphere. There were people passed out in the chairs. I couldn't blame them. It was going on 4A.M. and I was tired too. I didn't even want to think of my hour and 30 minute ride back into the city. I told my self that I would not be one of those people you see sleeping on the subway. To my pleasure. I met a really cool guy. Well actually I met five cool guys. All willing to drive me back into the city where I live. I went with my first instinct for once. I know his name, but for his own privacy I will call him Samuel. He lives in New Jersey. He was willing to give me a ride into the city NOT to my house, so I went with him. Very nice guy. Hope to keep in touch with him. I was so grateful. I now only had to take one train to get home.

Once inside the station a guy stopped me to talk. He was cute, but way to young for me. I was sitting at one end of the bench, and another man was sitting at the other end of the bench. As I waited for the train an African American man came and set beside me. He looked normal, but then he started cussing about the subway trains. I just ignored him. Thank God for peripheral vision. I saw him moving out the corner of my eye. When I looked down I saw that this man had pulled out his whole penis and was stoking it! He was sitting right next to me. There was less than three inches between us!
OOH MY GOOSSHHH!!! I rushed towards my train as it approached. The guy rushed after me and apologized for jacking off to me! I don't know if I should have been flattered, but I was appalled that this man took out his Johnson/penis/dick/pecker/meat stick/and or what ever else you want to call it! I DON'T THINK Y'ALL UNDERSTAND! I was freaking out.

After I got over the shock. I realized he had a really nice, fat, penis.
*Just a note* Now I'm on the subway and I cant help but to crack up about what just happened. People were looking at me like " what's up with this chick?", Whew if they only knew? Ten minutes pass and there are about ten people knocked out on the train. Not me! I was wide awake. I wasn't even going to think about sleep, until I was safely in my home.

It Has Many Forms, Just Like Food.

I went to my first African American Karaoke. This was different for me because I love mix crowds. I was just brought up that way, and I thank my family for doing so. Anyhow this event was being held at the Ink Well in Brooklyn.

At a regular Karaoke spot they are going to start on time because you have a time frame to follow, and time is money if you get my drift. There is also pen and paper in the back or front of the song book. You right down what you want to perform and turn your paper in to the karaoke host. Although I did have a wonderful time, this karaoke was a bit ghetto. First off, I didn't realize that Brooklyn was so far from me. I hate to even put this out there, but in this case it was true. I was two hours late, yet I was right on time. They were on CP time
(Color People); which worked to my advantage.

Once inside I got myself a drink and found a song book. They had the hugest song book that I had ever seen for karaoke. This was a good thing, but there was no paper or pen to write your song request down. The bartender handed me a napkin to use as paper. Luckily I had brought a pen in my purse. Other people were just running up to the karaoke DJ and telling him the ID# of the song they wanted to sing and then he would punch it in his machine.

People performed songs like : Backed that Ass up!, Go Low by Luda, Don't Want No Short Dick Man, and Gin and Juice and if you sung a song they really liked your solo just turned in to an obnoxious sing a long. For y'all that don't know. I like to slow it down. I usually do a little Jill Scott or Mary J or something around that area.

Sitting on the subway on the way home. A voice came over the intercom and informed the passengers that our route had been changed due to work on the tracks. This was not good. I have a horrible since of direction and I was over an hour away from home. Sitting next to some of the patrons of the ink well, I asked them if they knew how to get to the city. It is amazing to me that people can be from here or have lived here for several years, and still cant help someone like me with directions. As a matter of fact they were just as confused as I was trying to find the right route home.

I made a transfer to another train after talking to several different people about directions. It never occurred to me to just use the Internet on my phone to see if I could find an alternate route. That's what alcohol does to you. It was after 1A.M. and the train was packed. All type of different characters were aboard. A black woman who looked as if she was around her late 40's got onto the train. She had on a bright, yellow, big bird T-shirt, a pair of hot pink, plaid, pj pants, and some busted up black shoes. Out of know where she starts singing gospel at the top of her lungs. The song: What a Might God We Serve. I love that song. Part of me really wanted to start singing with her, but I talked myself out of it. I knew if I would have stated singing with her, I would have made an instance friend. Besides my boss warned me to
"never look crazy people in the eye!" I knew she couldn't be right in the head. She was throwing around gospel terms that didn't really fit together.

Once my stop came up. I rushed off the train only to find out that I was on the opposite side of where I needed to be. I took a cab the rest of the way home. It's times like these when I miss my car. I actually sold my car the same day I moved to NYC. Reason being it would be more of a hassle for me to keep my car so I got rid of her:-( Most people in New York don't even have a driver license. They get spoiled by New Yorks great public transportation system. Subsequently; most public schools don't teach Drivers Ed or Behind the Wheel. Which means you have people in their 30's and older trying to learn how to drive. That is why the driving here is so chaotic. At 16, 17, 18 years of age you believe your invisible. Learning how to drive is more fun. At 30 years or older your afraid you might die or kill someone else. You would be amazed how many pedestrians get mowed down by vehicles here. It's really sad.

Anyhow I did pay for this cab ride; although the cab driver informed me that he believes he's my future husband... Ha! I don't think so!

Nails....Toes..?

I have so much to tell my readers and it's going to take about three different post to tell it all so please get ready.
It was 15 minutes after 8P.M. and I had already been turned away from two nails salons. Even though they had customers in their shop they were not excepting anymore business for the day. I usually do my own manicure and pedicure, but you can get it done for soo cheap here. I figure, I will spoil myself and get them done.

What's the use of having Internet on your phone if you not going to use it; so I googled the nearest nail shop closet to me. I called two of them and they didn't even answer the phone. Then I found one that was only five minutes away, and they were still excepting customers up till 9:30pm. OK. Great! I was saved from being one of the ladies with busted feet. You know the ones that have the nerve to have on a cute sandal, which draws attention to the busted foot!

The salon was packed inside. I told the man that I needed my nails and toes done. He told me okay. There were two ladies ahead of me, so I patiently waited my turn to get my pedicure done. I don't know why they didn't do my nails while I was waiting for a spot to open up for toes. I reminded the man again that I wanted my nails done also, and he shook his head yes.

I looked over to my left and a lady was getting a pedicure and here nails done at the same time. That's when I was prompted to ask the woman doing my feet when were they going to start on my nails. She looked at me in puzzlement. She then asked the man that I had spoken to earlier about my hands. He must have forgotten to tell the other workers. He agreed with me that I had come there for toes and nails. So they had to do my hands to. The man that did my hands gave me a look that said"Damn!, I ain't getting out of here on time", but I tipped him well.

By the time the man had gotten to my nails, there were only four customers left in the shop. After 30minutes passed I was the only customer left in the shop. I don't know how this happen since there was a lady that started getting her feet done when I was getting mine finish and yet there I was the only customer in the salon. All the workers except the one doing my nails were leaving. The only people left were the owners of the store, a husband and wife team along with their teenage son.

The husband and son walked out the shop to go across the street to the deli. A few minutes passed and a young black lady came in the shop begging to use the bathroom. She lied and said that she had just been in the shop. The Asian woman didn't want to let her go to the bathroom because the shop was closed. Besides the restrooms were in the back of the shop. The girl kept begging the lady. She even told the lady that she would leave her purse upfront with her. The owner gave in and let her use the bath room. When the owners husband walked back in the shop, the wife completely lost it. Out of no where she stared yelling and then she through a big thing of keys on the ground. I don't know if she was trying to hit him with them, but she kept throwing these loud keys and she was cussing him out in her language. The girl came out of the bathroom and practically ran out of the shop. The wife fussed and cussed at her husband till she made herself cry. I didn't think Asian women even talked backed to their spouses. I guess she showed me. The weird thing is I don't know what language she was speaking for sure, but I understood everything she was saying.

Sitting with my nails under the dryer, I wondered why I had to be the one to experience this spectacle. Ten minutes passed and the wife starts up again. This time the husband argues back and he has a tone that shuts her down. Three minutes pass and she starts screaming and crying, and honestly I thought she was going to shoot us all. At first I thought maybe the owner was PMS'n. PMS can cause a women to loose touch with reality and snapped off. Subsequently as I looked deeper; I realized there had to be a bigger reason for all the arguing. Tell me what you think.

The wife was pissed at her husband for leaving the door to the shop unlock because the nail salon was closed. This shop only excepts cash as payment. It is very possible that they had been robbed before. Hence the reason why you have to be buzzed in and out of the shop when the door is locked. So when the husband didn't lock the door, he was defeating the whole purpose of having the security. The girl walking in the shop probably brought back horrible memories of the robbing or what ever went down in the shop before, or it could have just been PMS. Either way it goes, I was too happy to leave that shop at 11P.M.

So Many PSYCHOS You Have to PRAY

So much stuff happened through out the week. I almost didn't want to budge when the weekend approached. As a matter fact I spent most of the weekend catching up on sleep. I think I'm aging. Hold on to your hats, and please tell me what you think about my pass week.

As I was walking to the subway. I noticed on the side of me was a plus sized, African American, woman holding the hand of her young daughter. The little girl looked around five years old and was cute as a button. The mother on the other hand had on black leggings with gold trim a black shirt and gold accessories. She thought she was doing it big, and she might have been. If her bright red underwear wasn't showing through her leggings!

"NOT AGAIN!" I thought to myself. What is this? Why are these women not doing the skin test before they purchase their leggings? They are called leggings because there meant to cover up the leg.
If your going to be wearing a shirt that does not cover your behind, you have to do the skin test! I can not make this any more clear! Most of the leggings are manufactured in China or somewhere of that nature. They probably have much more petite bodies in mind when they are making these leggings. No offense, but how many Asian people do you see with curvy hips, thunder thighs and rump for weeks? (I think I just described myself.) Seriously, if you are a plus size person trying to squeeze in some regular sized leggings. You are going to stretch the fabric more than it is meant to be, and that can lead to trouble in more ways than one. If you pay attention. Some of the labels don't even read
"One size fits all" anymore. It says "One size fits most!" Get plus size leggings. Sure they may cost more, but it may save you some embarrassment in the long run. Don't get me wrong. You still have to do the skin test. Trust me. There are leggings that come in solid, non see through, cotton with a hint of spandex material. Please, Please be aware of colors. Don't be fooled. Just because the color is bright or dark doesn't mean you cant see through them!

Now I have a choice. I can say something to the woman or keep on my marry way. I decide not to say anything, until I notice we were both getting on the same elevator to go to the subway platform. We were the only ones on the elevator. So I asked her. "Do you know your underwear are showing through your leggings? You can see right through them. You have on red underwear. I don't know if you wanted it that way or not. I'm not from here, so I don't know if that's the style here in New York, because I saw another girl do the same thing." She was quite embarrassed. She told me she didn't know her underwear was showing. Then she tried to pull her shirt down. She thanked me for telling her. I don't think I'm going to tell anyone else about their drawers showing. I don't like being the barrier of bad news. Big or small, just be careful when choosing your leggings. Trust me we all can see!

Now on the subway, wishing I had left a little bit earlier. I hate being late. There is a light skinned man sitting catty corner across from me. He sort of reminds me of my boss, but not as manly. There is a short, Carmel complected, man standing by the doors of the subway car. I don't know why people choose to stand when there are plenty of seats available. You should enjoy the seats why you can are my thoughts, but it's his feet and choice. It's pretty quiet besides the sound of the subway cars going over the tracks. The train has made three stops and yet our car isn't filled with people.
I think to myself "I like rides like these." That's when the back door to our car opened.

I don't think I have to inform my readers, that it is illegal to pass from one subway car to another why the train is in motion. I hate that. I don't know why people put their life in danger by doing so. Yet there he was. A skinny, homeless, broke down, tall, dusty, black man, with one eye open, and the other one slightly closed coming through our car. His clothes were filthy. Oddly enough he had on a tie. It wasn't tied. It was just hanging on his neck like a scarf. He held out an empty soda can in his hand, as he started walking down the isle asking people for donations. The train began to speed up and the cars rocked back and forth. The homeless man is now by me with his can. It looked as if he was going to fall directly into my lap. I could feel my eyes grow big and my face begin to frown up something horrible. The homeless guy grabs on to the railing to catch his balance. Once he regained his stance, he passed me and went into the next car.

"Whew, My God.." I would have been too through if that dirty man would have landed in my lap. I could see the man through the windows in the other car. Walking down the isle with his bottle asking for more donations. After a couple of seconds he takes a seat but with in 30seconds he is back in my car.
"Lawd help!" The homeless man is now sitting right next to the light skinned guy I described earlier. We look at each other in silence. Next thing I know. The homeless guy pulls something out of his jacket pocket. I don't know what it is, but something is catching my eye. I look over at the homeless man. He's holding a huge pair of scissors. I watch him examine the scissors in his hands. I promise he looked like he was trying to decide what, or who he wanted to cut first. I was so frightened. My mind begin to race all over the place. Maybe he was going to make alterations to his untied tie? "Be serious" I told myself. This guy is about to go Hannibal Lector on the train. Maybe I should have tried to smile at him instead of frown, but that probably would have still gotten me in trouble.

The man standing by the doors tried not to pay the homeless guy any attention. The guy that was sitting catty corner across from me must have felt the same way I did. He got up and moved to the other end of our subway car, and there I was. STUCK! I didn't want to make any quick movements. That might set him off. Should I reach in my purse, and pull out my mace? Should I yell? I just started praying in my head. "Dear GOD please let me make it to the next stop so I can get off this train. Please don't let this crazy man hurt me! AMEN"

Praise God. I'm still here!!!! I got off at the next stop and hoped right back on the train before the doors could close. I ended up sitting across from the same light skinned dude that had moved from his seat earlier. Before the door could close again, we both saw the homeless man get off the train. We just looked at each other in relief and took one big sigh.

Did you say Drunken Sailors?

You remember my home girl that I told you all about few weeks ago? Let's call her Suzy for privacy reasons. Well we had been planing to go out all week. Even though I was tired as Hell. I wasn't going to cancel. So I took a power nap and got ready for a night in China Town. She warned me not to eat, because she was going to take me to a cool spot for food. I didn't listen to her though. I was so hungry and I still hadn't made a dent in the pizza that I had cooked; so I heated up a nice big slice. I figured by the time we would eat I would be hungry again. I took the pizza out the oven and put it on a dish. Dish in hand; I walked over to turn the air conditioner on. I don't know what I did, but my big slice of pizza fell straight to the floor. I was too salty. I guess that's what I get for not listening.

Once I got to China town I was truly amazed. This is a place that I need to try to visit at least twice a month. As soon as I got off the train, I was drawn to the shops on the street. I hadn't even made it 1/4 of the way down the block, and I had already gone into five different shops. *Personal Note* Always bring cash when you go to China Town. A lot of places don't except credit or debit.

After bargaining and shopping; Suzy and I went to a local Chinese spot that was decorated with dollar bills. The food was really cheap and pretty good. The only thing that I would complain about was the size of the restroom. It was extremely tight. If I had sat down my knees would NOT have been touching the wall as so much on top of the wall. I think it was meant for a man to go in there and stand up.

Okay, I admit I'm addicted to Karaoke and the weird thing is I didn't care for it several years ago. Something changed. I realized you just have to enjoy your self rather you sound good or bad. After eating We decide to go to a Karaoke bar. It is known that Daisuke Inoue invented the first karaoke machine. The way Asians do Karaoke is totally different than how Americans do it. Half of the time you cant hear yourself, so your screaming your song in the mic. Least to say I will not be karaokeing Asian style no time soon. Even though I didn't like the karaoke spot we went to; I did meet some really cool people. It really is a small world after all. I met a lady that was from Champagne Urbana. She complemented me on my nail polish, so I whip it out my bag and did her nails at the bar. She and her friend was so impressed they bought me a drink. Her friend, was from Michigan. He had me cracking up all night. He had a load of men on his phone, and all of the pictures were from the neck down!
"you know what I mean Vern?"
There was another guy sitting next to us at the bar. He told us he couldn't sing. He offered to pay for our songs so he could hear us sing. That was nice of him and we gladly accepted. We had a ball, but now I was horsed and getting tired. You all know my "yawn rule", so it was time for me to go. We said our good bye and on the subway I went.

At first I thought I was going to have the car to myself, but right before the door closed a lady ran in. She begin to talk to me right away. Her name was Elizabeth. She had just gotten back from a date at Coney Island. Strangely, people don't know me, but they all ways want to share their personal thoughts with me. I think I should have became a psychiatrist. Elizabeth informed me that she was 46yrs and she had stopped getting her period this much. TMI I know! She then told me that this sadden her because she wanted children and now she wouldn't be able to have any. I tried to make her feel better by telling her it could be a fluke. Sometimes your body just acts abnormal and then gets back on tract. Plus if she was done ovulating; she could always adopt, or go through other drastic measures. She then told me she didn't have the money for that. She said she felt guilty because she had had four abortions by four different men! She ended the conversation by inviting me to a birthday party that was taking place the next day. Needless to say, I didn't go. I got so caught off guard listening to her story I almost missed my stop. Thank God she told me my stop had come up right before the doors closed again.

The next night Suzy and I went to Karaoke again. This time at one of my favorite spots. Mr. Biggs located in the Time Square Area. As I told you before, this was Fleet Week. Sailors from around the world docking there ships in NYC for a week. Running around in their uniforms looking sexy as hell! If you want more details about fleet week you can look it up. We ended up sharing a table with five sailors who were all Philippine. They were friendly and three of them could sing. We joked, drank, sung, and danced the night away. I backed it up on one of them and he had to take a smoke afterwards. You know their on the sea months at a time with no women in sight...but with that you still have to be careful because it is rumored that a lot of sailors are gay...

There were soo many good singers there that night along with a few bad one. Okay. I have to paint the picture for you guys. There was an obese, Caucasian, woman; wearing glasses and some funny, looking, black shoes. She was dressed more for an church picnic then a night out. She got on the mic and sung a song I haven't heard since my freshmen year of college. I didn't like it then, but it was hilarious watching and hearing her sing it now.
"Pussy Control" Is what she sung! When she hit those high notes you almost fell out of your chair. I mean everybody in the place was looking all together crazy at this chic! Anyhow the sailors have a 2AM curfew and if you break it, you wont be able to leave the ship the next day. Furthermore we said our good byes and went our separated way, but not before they invited us to go on their ship Memorial Day.

Suzy was so drunk we had to walk arm and arm. I know most people thought we were lesbos. That usually the case now a days when you see the same sex walking like that. Oh well. We know better. We went to a pizza restaurant. After drinking I always want to eat, besides some food would help lighten the buzz. The place we went to had .99 cheese slices, and they were soo tasty! Then again every thing taste great when you have enough drinks in you. We each had three slices. Every time we finished one slice; I went back up to the counter to order another. As I got up the second time, I noticed two men from a different country were talking about me in another language. One kept pointing at my breast. Then he came over to me and spoke in English. He said "Fake?", pointing at my double D's. "No" I told him "Real." He kept insisting they were fake. Finally I touched them and said "See how they move?, Softtt. NOT Harddd. They're real!" "OO!" he said "Yes, REAL", Then he smiled at me and left me alone. His friend approached me and apologized for his Conrad's behavior. By the third time I got up to get another slice;the server looked at me as if he were saying "you pig". The pies were leaving quick every minute he was pulling out a fresh pie from the oven. Too bad I cant remember the name of the restaurant because its a great place to go after partying. Specially with them being open extremely late .

Until next time;-)