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.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
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.
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.
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