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!!!