Did I skip a month?

Sylvia's Lounge is my spot for Karaoke. People sing anything from the oldies, to musicals, to commercials. There are plenty of good performances, but I think I love the bad ones the best. Other wise I might as well go see a professional concert.

It was a Thursday night and I thought I was dress to a Tee. I got off the subway and ran a cross the street to Sylvia's Lounge only to notice that my right foot wasn't feeling the same as my left foot. I had on a pair of light tan boots that zipped and laced up mid calf. They were really cute and I had only worn them about three times. Sadly as I ran across the streets the right heel broke. It didn't brake completely off though. I don't know if you'll understand this, but the heel broke forward. It was bent toward the shoe instead of away from it. I had to run on my tip toes to keep from falling backwards. LMAO now, but I wasn't laughing then. I wanted to act like the Mentos commercial and just brake the other heel, but that wasn't happening. Thank God Marshall's was literally across the street. After trying on a few pairs of shoes, I purchased a pair of slamming, black, 4inch, soft leather Guess brand heels, and kept it moving.

All in all I had a good night. Although my train ride would be a little uncomfortable. As I was stepping into a crowded subway car the man who was in front of me has on a backpack. The elastic draw sting/bungee cord caught on to a button on my shirt. He was actually pulling me into the subway car with him, but he didn't know it. Can we say Titty on a Back Attack! Once we were both in the car, I asked him not to move any further. I was smack on back of him. I don't know how he didn't feel me. His friends were looking at us as if to say "what does this chick want with him?" I took the elastic from around my button and let go of the draw string. It popped him in his book-bag. He and his guys were looking with their eyes big. One of them hollered "Damn, man you had her like that?"

Of course this gave the man ample reason to talk to me, but it wasn't going down. He and his friends were very scruffy looking. Did I mentioned he smelled and not in a good way; more like in a funky ass and dirt way. I got a good whiff when he hooked me into him. He kept using the F bomb as he talked with his peers and that was so disappointing. I mean here was an African American man who looked to be in his late 40's and he couldn't think of any other words to describe what he wanted to say. To bad and so sad.

On a positive note I got home safely!