Tuesday, January 1, 2013
What did I return home too?
What did i find when I returned home from out of town? I walked into my apartment. Only after getting off a plane and two busses New Years eve. I turned the hallway light on. To my disgust the cat had vomit on the hallway and kitchen floor! Nasty as hell! My room mate was in his room with his girlfriend. I knock on the the door and they acted like they couldn't hear me! I was NOT Cleaning that crap up! It's not my cat!
Then this morning I go into the kitchen. I'm like why do it smell like all types of shit¿ I'll tell you why! My room mate only cleaned part of the mess up. Some how he over looked the mess in the hallway. I go to empty the trash, and it weighed a ton! Someone please tell me why was it filled with soiled cat litter over a week old?!? Nasty ass room mate. I need my own place. The horror stories I need to tell you guys. This has been my 5th move in less than a year! Hence why you haven't heard from me in a quite a while. I'm back! Happy New Year!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Never Should Have Sold My Car!
Tell me why I almost got In a fist fight with this lunatic man on the train. Police were called and everything. Hot mother f*^%#*! mess!
I'm going to get right to the point. The train was overly crowded as it usually is during rush hour. I was standing beside a black man who was sitting down in a seat closest to the exit/entrance of the train. He look to be in his late 40's early 50's and was sitting all spread out like a gorilla. He reminded me of a played out motor cycle punk. He set there playing a video car game on his phone, with his elbows stretched so far apart as if he was trying to take up three seats. There was a shorter Spanish women standing in between his legs, just because there was no where left to go.
After two stops the Spanish lady gets off the train and of course more people get on. I move further in the train and away from the exit to let the people on. Now I'm standing in front of motor cycle guy. The next stop comes and a crowd of people pushed by me to get off the train which is normal. The crowd is now pushing me toward the motor cycle man as they exit. He then pushed me back towards the people. I told him "Don't worry I'm not trying to stand no where near or between your legs". Then I said "If you would close your legs you wouldn't have the problem of people pushing me into them". I'm sure that pissed him off even more but it was the truth. The seat next to him open up and I sat down in it. He then began to elbow me and put his elbows on top of my arms. Something a child would do for sure except now he was elbowing me hard. I said "Excuse me , is there a problem"? He became loud and crazy....I guess he just caught me on the wrong day because I got loud and crazy back.
He threaten to whoop my ass, and I threaten to mace him like the dog he is! Everybody around us some how cleared out. There was all
kind of space. More so people got out of the way because they thought a fight was going down. Before I knew it my boyfriend appeared out of no where and yells at the man saying "your gonna beat who? Cause it ain't about to go down!!!" People were shocked because he appeared out of no where! He completely stole "the show". The man tried to go off at the mouth yelling "f^*# you" and of course I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I told Him "he wish I would f*%# him but it won't ever happen!" Then he told me "f#%^ you " again, and I replied loudly "that''s your problem, you need to get f%#^ed!" Everybody was on the train rolling. This must of embarrassed the guy because he quiet down for a second and then yelled that I was ugly. Funny thing was I looked really cute so for him to tell me otherwise pissed me all the way off. I yelled at him that "I look better than him on my worse day!" My boy friend was trying to calm me down. The lady next to me told me the man wasn't worth it. That's when I realize she was right. I finally sat down & stayed that way till the next stop where the police took us off the train. Of course there is more to this story do you want to hear it?
I'm going to get right to the point. The train was overly crowded as it usually is during rush hour. I was standing beside a black man who was sitting down in a seat closest to the exit/entrance of the train. He look to be in his late 40's early 50's and was sitting all spread out like a gorilla. He reminded me of a played out motor cycle punk. He set there playing a video car game on his phone, with his elbows stretched so far apart as if he was trying to take up three seats. There was a shorter Spanish women standing in between his legs, just because there was no where left to go.
After two stops the Spanish lady gets off the train and of course more people get on. I move further in the train and away from the exit to let the people on. Now I'm standing in front of motor cycle guy. The next stop comes and a crowd of people pushed by me to get off the train which is normal. The crowd is now pushing me toward the motor cycle man as they exit. He then pushed me back towards the people. I told him "Don't worry I'm not trying to stand no where near or between your legs". Then I said "If you would close your legs you wouldn't have the problem of people pushing me into them". I'm sure that pissed him off even more but it was the truth. The seat next to him open up and I sat down in it. He then began to elbow me and put his elbows on top of my arms. Something a child would do for sure except now he was elbowing me hard. I said "Excuse me , is there a problem"? He became loud and crazy....I guess he just caught me on the wrong day because I got loud and crazy back.
He threaten to whoop my ass, and I threaten to mace him like the dog he is! Everybody around us some how cleared out. There was all
kind of space. More so people got out of the way because they thought a fight was going down. Before I knew it my boyfriend appeared out of no where and yells at the man saying "your gonna beat who? Cause it ain't about to go down!!!" People were shocked because he appeared out of no where! He completely stole "the show". The man tried to go off at the mouth yelling "f^*# you" and of course I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I told Him "he wish I would f*%# him but it won't ever happen!" Then he told me "f#%^ you " again, and I replied loudly "that''s your problem, you need to get f%#^ed!" Everybody was on the train rolling. This must of embarrassed the guy because he quiet down for a second and then yelled that I was ugly. Funny thing was I looked really cute so for him to tell me otherwise pissed me all the way off. I yelled at him that "I look better than him on my worse day!" My boy friend was trying to calm me down. The lady next to me told me the man wasn't worth it. That's when I realize she was right. I finally sat down & stayed that way till the next stop where the police took us off the train. Of course there is more to this story do you want to hear it?
Friday, September 9, 2011
Damn People on the MTA
I know I owe you guys a entry on Hedo, but something just happen to me and I have to put that up here first. I just got off the bus about 20 minutes ago. Would have wrote this 20 minutes ago, but I had to call my mother and tell her about theseCRAZY ASS PEOPLE OF NYC!
Let me begin by telling you all that I am utterly stressed out. I'm in the process of looking for a new apt as well as a new job for the next year. I found out this morning my weekend trip was canceled and my boss messed up on my check. I guess that must of been the icing on my stress cake to make my candles blow out.
After leaving my job. I was supposed to run some errands, but found myself walking in the opposite direction of where I was supposed to be going. I continued on that path to the bus stop. Something told me I should have taken the subway home or better yet ran my errands like I had planned on doing, but I didn't listen to that little voice.
The bus opened it's door and to say it was full to capacity would be an under statement. The bus was so crowded that it couldn't close it's doors when I and another man got on. People were almost standing in front of the bus driver; which means they were in front of the "white line". The law states that the bus driver is not supposed to move if people are standing in front of the
"white line". In all honesty the bus driver should not have even stopped to pick us up because the bus was too full. I just wanted to get home and I guess the old, AA man beside me did to. Consequently we both decided to get on the bus,and bare the crowd by entering the bus through the back doors, because you could not enter through the front.
Once on the bus I saw how really crowded it was. Packed like sardines we were. I had to stand on the top step facing inward to the seats that were facing outward not forward. As people passed me to get off I had to mover further toward the seat in front of me. Here is where the problem aroused. There was a short, skinny, AA boy sitting in front of me. His ugly, skinny, AA mom was sitting beside him. The little boy could not have been any older than 6yrs. I had on a pair of black gauchos. Not sure if I spelled that right. For those who don't know gauchos are like cool locs, cool locs are big flowing shorts. The leg of the short flow like the leg of an elephant.
Anyhow my gaucho leg was touching the little boy. I don't know what he said to his mother, but she gave me a nasty look. I told her "I'm not trying to touch your son. I don't want to stand here no more than you want me here. As soon as a spot opens up I'll move". Mind you it wasn't my body touching him, but the material of my gaucho leg. Now everybody on the bus was touching if they were standing. There was no way around it. If you were standing by someone that was sitting they were going to get touched too unless they were sitting in an inside seat.
I don't know how the lady took what I said to her, but she flipped all the way out. She started yelling at me that I was crushing her sons leg. SMDH. I told her that I wasn't, but she got even louder. I started to back down, because I have always been the one to try and keep the peace. Something inside of me was like "NO,let her ass have it" and I did. I yelled at her like she was an ignorant imbecile that:"I was not crushing her sons leg. I would not ever do anything like that. I take care of children professionally for a living, so you need to stop saying I was crushing your son's leg. Look at me and look at him I'm so sure I would lean my body up against his". Her son then jumps up as if he want to hit me in defense of his mom. I guess I must of raised my voice even more because before I knew it he was balling. I loudly told the woman and the whole bus that I was not crushing her son. That my pant leg was touching him and if she thought she was going to be on this crowded bus where were all packed in here like sardine and we aren't going to touch then she is sadly mistaken and if she doesn't like it she should get off the bus and take a cab or drive her own car.
By this time the bus has come to a complete stop and everybody is watching and listening to us. Most of the people on the bus agree with me, and this is pissing the lady off. So she starts in again with telling the people I was crushing his leg. I reiterate that I watch children professionally and there is no way I would do such a thing so she needs to stop telling people that, but I will whoop her ass. The mother jumps at me like she wants to fight and the little boy tells his mother "NO Mommy". I tell her she aught to be a shame of herself for acting a fool in front of her son like that. I then tell her she is a horrible mother and I will pray for her.
She didn't say anything else to me for the rest of my ride on the bus. Other people on the bus kept asking me if I wanted to sit down. I politely told them no. I told them that "I didn't mind standing on a crowded bus. I know that when you take public transportation you take the risk of being packed next to each other. If you don't like it you take a cab or drive". Damn shame. I'm not even from NYC and know that much.
Let me begin by telling you all that I am utterly stressed out. I'm in the process of looking for a new apt as well as a new job for the next year. I found out this morning my weekend trip was canceled and my boss messed up on my check. I guess that must of been the icing on my stress cake to make my candles blow out.
After leaving my job. I was supposed to run some errands, but found myself walking in the opposite direction of where I was supposed to be going. I continued on that path to the bus stop. Something told me I should have taken the subway home or better yet ran my errands like I had planned on doing, but I didn't listen to that little voice.
The bus opened it's door and to say it was full to capacity would be an under statement. The bus was so crowded that it couldn't close it's doors when I and another man got on. People were almost standing in front of the bus driver; which means they were in front of the "white line". The law states that the bus driver is not supposed to move if people are standing in front of the
"white line". In all honesty the bus driver should not have even stopped to pick us up because the bus was too full. I just wanted to get home and I guess the old, AA man beside me did to. Consequently we both decided to get on the bus,and bare the crowd by entering the bus through the back doors, because you could not enter through the front.
Once on the bus I saw how really crowded it was. Packed like sardines we were. I had to stand on the top step facing inward to the seats that were facing outward not forward. As people passed me to get off I had to mover further toward the seat in front of me. Here is where the problem aroused. There was a short, skinny, AA boy sitting in front of me. His ugly, skinny, AA mom was sitting beside him. The little boy could not have been any older than 6yrs. I had on a pair of black gauchos. Not sure if I spelled that right. For those who don't know gauchos are like cool locs, cool locs are big flowing shorts. The leg of the short flow like the leg of an elephant.
Anyhow my gaucho leg was touching the little boy. I don't know what he said to his mother, but she gave me a nasty look. I told her "I'm not trying to touch your son. I don't want to stand here no more than you want me here. As soon as a spot opens up I'll move". Mind you it wasn't my body touching him, but the material of my gaucho leg. Now everybody on the bus was touching if they were standing. There was no way around it. If you were standing by someone that was sitting they were going to get touched too unless they were sitting in an inside seat.
I don't know how the lady took what I said to her, but she flipped all the way out. She started yelling at me that I was crushing her sons leg. SMDH. I told her that I wasn't, but she got even louder. I started to back down, because I have always been the one to try and keep the peace. Something inside of me was like "NO,let her ass have it" and I did. I yelled at her like she was an ignorant imbecile that:"I was not crushing her sons leg. I would not ever do anything like that. I take care of children professionally for a living, so you need to stop saying I was crushing your son's leg. Look at me and look at him I'm so sure I would lean my body up against his". Her son then jumps up as if he want to hit me in defense of his mom. I guess I must of raised my voice even more because before I knew it he was balling. I loudly told the woman and the whole bus that I was not crushing her son. That my pant leg was touching him and if she thought she was going to be on this crowded bus where were all packed in here like sardine and we aren't going to touch then she is sadly mistaken and if she doesn't like it she should get off the bus and take a cab or drive her own car.
By this time the bus has come to a complete stop and everybody is watching and listening to us. Most of the people on the bus agree with me, and this is pissing the lady off. So she starts in again with telling the people I was crushing his leg. I reiterate that I watch children professionally and there is no way I would do such a thing so she needs to stop telling people that, but I will whoop her ass. The mother jumps at me like she wants to fight and the little boy tells his mother "NO Mommy". I tell her she aught to be a shame of herself for acting a fool in front of her son like that. I then tell her she is a horrible mother and I will pray for her.
She didn't say anything else to me for the rest of my ride on the bus. Other people on the bus kept asking me if I wanted to sit down. I politely told them no. I told them that "I didn't mind standing on a crowded bus. I know that when you take public transportation you take the risk of being packed next to each other. If you don't like it you take a cab or drive". Damn shame. I'm not even from NYC and know that much.
Friday, August 12, 2011
VIP NICE
Hope you all are doing well. I have been on pins and needles getting ready for my vacation a.k.a belated b-day gift to myself. That's right JAMAICA here I come or should I say we. I'm going with two girlfriends of mine and we are going to have a blast! Speaking of girlfriends...I went out to club 49 Grove and had an awesome time. My friend whom is going to Jamaica with me was actually supposed to go to this club with me. Ironically she stood me up that night. In return I truly had forgotten how fun it is to fly solo. Being the only child for 14 years, you learn how to maintain on your own.
The club was filling up, and all around me I was seeing guys going up to girls and trying to talk to them. If the girl wasn't feeling the guy she would tell him that her girlfriend was indeed her GIRLFRIEND. I was cracking up. My best friend and I used to pull that stunt all the time. When ever we didn't want to talk to or dance with a guy, and he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Now times have change. If you tell a man you have a girlfriend that just entices him more, and you still wont be able to get rid of him.
Anyhow I got invited into the VIP section and you know I went. From there on it was free top shelf liquor all night. I don't know how it happened because just about every woman that was in VIP look like a model. I know I've been blessed with natural beauty thanks to God and genes, but I have yet to be told I look like a model. These ladies were tall, pretty and skinnnnny. The kind of girls you see doing the cover girl commercials. All of the ladies were from different countries. One lady told me she was from France and would be moving back soon. Another lady informed me that she was here on a visa from Africa. I've always wanted to go to both places. I found it interesting talking with these ladies and the things that they shared with me. They all wanted to know what country I was from. LOL.. I said "USA". I just continued being myself and these modelistic girls told the head of the VIP that they just loved me. In return the VIP(who's name will remain anonymous for now)gave me his card and told me to let him know when I want to go out and I will get the VIP treatment.
After leaving the club you all know I had to do my ritual of a late night/early morning cheesy pizza routine. I found a place not even a block away from the club. I got two slices of pizza that had three toppings on it. I gave the short, cute Hispanic guy a $20 bill and he gave me back $11. I think that was a little pricey, but with all the free drinks I got that night it balanced out. As I waited for my slices I looked around the restaurant. I had never seen so many drunk people in one restaurant at one time. A lot of loud talking and laughing.
I ended up sharing a table with a Caucasian lady who was feeling me in about her evening at a gay club around the block. The lady told me she wasn't gay, but that she had gone to the club with her gay male friend. Her friend a tall, some what pudgy Caucasian man told me how the gay clubs play all the best music. The lady told me she didn't have to worry about men hitting on her, and that was the best part for her. They both had me cracking up. The conversation ended with them both telling me how beautiful I was. They both were overly drunk. I'm sure they thought everyone in there was beautiful including the pizza.
Stayed tuned.... I know you guys will want to hear all about Jamaica part 2!
The club was filling up, and all around me I was seeing guys going up to girls and trying to talk to them. If the girl wasn't feeling the guy she would tell him that her girlfriend was indeed her GIRLFRIEND. I was cracking up. My best friend and I used to pull that stunt all the time. When ever we didn't want to talk to or dance with a guy, and he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Now times have change. If you tell a man you have a girlfriend that just entices him more, and you still wont be able to get rid of him.
Anyhow I got invited into the VIP section and you know I went. From there on it was free top shelf liquor all night. I don't know how it happened because just about every woman that was in VIP look like a model. I know I've been blessed with natural beauty thanks to God and genes, but I have yet to be told I look like a model. These ladies were tall, pretty and skinnnnny. The kind of girls you see doing the cover girl commercials. All of the ladies were from different countries. One lady told me she was from France and would be moving back soon. Another lady informed me that she was here on a visa from Africa. I've always wanted to go to both places. I found it interesting talking with these ladies and the things that they shared with me. They all wanted to know what country I was from. LOL.. I said "USA". I just continued being myself and these modelistic girls told the head of the VIP that they just loved me. In return the VIP(who's name will remain anonymous for now)gave me his card and told me to let him know when I want to go out and I will get the VIP treatment.
After leaving the club you all know I had to do my ritual of a late night/early morning cheesy pizza routine. I found a place not even a block away from the club. I got two slices of pizza that had three toppings on it. I gave the short, cute Hispanic guy a $20 bill and he gave me back $11. I think that was a little pricey, but with all the free drinks I got that night it balanced out. As I waited for my slices I looked around the restaurant. I had never seen so many drunk people in one restaurant at one time. A lot of loud talking and laughing.
I ended up sharing a table with a Caucasian lady who was feeling me in about her evening at a gay club around the block. The lady told me she wasn't gay, but that she had gone to the club with her gay male friend. Her friend a tall, some what pudgy Caucasian man told me how the gay clubs play all the best music. The lady told me she didn't have to worry about men hitting on her, and that was the best part for her. They both had me cracking up. The conversation ended with them both telling me how beautiful I was. They both were overly drunk. I'm sure they thought everyone in there was beautiful including the pizza.
Stayed tuned.... I know you guys will want to hear all about Jamaica part 2!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
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!
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!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
How Have You Guys Been?
LAWD, LAWD, LAWD! My computer has been acting all the way crazy. I have missed you guys and hope this post finds you in the best of moods. With that said, I'm going to get right down to it.
Have you ever done something, and while your doing it you realize that you have truly F##KED UP! You try to change the outcome of it, but it goes by way to fast and you end up with a disaster? Well that is exactly how I felt at my last audition. I thought I had audition for a play with music, but at the callback audition I found out that I had audition for a musical. There is a BIG difference. For example: Tyler Perry theatrical presentations are plays with music. Lion King is a Musical; which is why I am a Actor/Singer not an Singer/Actor. When I was called into the room to sing, something told me to sing the song that I had sung at the 1st audition. Why I didn't listen to that little voice is beyond me.
Now I had not gotten a lot of rest the night before my call back, but I had practiced my monologues and songs through out the week. I'm not sure if it was nerves or what, but 70% of the time my songs don't come out the way I practiced them; however my monologues do. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Note to self: I have to find a better voice teacher. My last voice lesson was disrupted by a fight amongst two males, but that is entirely another story.
I don't know what happen to me. I started to sing and I couldn't move up an octave. I stayed in low register the whole time. SMDH!! To say it was a Hot Mess would be sugar coating it. Those of you who know me know that I have an alto to tenor range. That's why I gravitate to artist such as Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill and the like. Anything bluesy or jazzed up and even old school gospel is right up my alley. I felt a knot rise in my throat and would not allow me to sing above a certain key. I had used this song in an audition before and this was my second time doing so, but I can tell you now there will not be a third!
After singing by myself. I was put into a group and we had to sing together. They had me singing soprano knowing I was a true alto. I almost passed out. I can laugh at it now, but I was not happy then. Dancing, learning choreography, dancing, sweating, singing, waiting, waiting, singing. Did I mention waiting? AUUGG, that call back lasted 7hours! What in the hell did I get myself into?
On a positive note I got to get a nice look at my cultural competition. I'm sure I will be seeing some of them again. I am also 100% sure it wont be in this production. I assume I don't have to tell I didn't get the gig.
Have you ever done something, and while your doing it you realize that you have truly F##KED UP! You try to change the outcome of it, but it goes by way to fast and you end up with a disaster? Well that is exactly how I felt at my last audition. I thought I had audition for a play with music, but at the callback audition I found out that I had audition for a musical. There is a BIG difference. For example: Tyler Perry theatrical presentations are plays with music. Lion King is a Musical; which is why I am a Actor/Singer not an Singer/Actor. When I was called into the room to sing, something told me to sing the song that I had sung at the 1st audition. Why I didn't listen to that little voice is beyond me.
Now I had not gotten a lot of rest the night before my call back, but I had practiced my monologues and songs through out the week. I'm not sure if it was nerves or what, but 70% of the time my songs don't come out the way I practiced them; however my monologues do. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Note to self: I have to find a better voice teacher. My last voice lesson was disrupted by a fight amongst two males, but that is entirely another story.
I don't know what happen to me. I started to sing and I couldn't move up an octave. I stayed in low register the whole time. SMDH!! To say it was a Hot Mess would be sugar coating it. Those of you who know me know that I have an alto to tenor range. That's why I gravitate to artist such as Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill and the like. Anything bluesy or jazzed up and even old school gospel is right up my alley. I felt a knot rise in my throat and would not allow me to sing above a certain key. I had used this song in an audition before and this was my second time doing so, but I can tell you now there will not be a third!
After singing by myself. I was put into a group and we had to sing together. They had me singing soprano knowing I was a true alto. I almost passed out. I can laugh at it now, but I was not happy then. Dancing, learning choreography, dancing, sweating, singing, waiting, waiting, singing. Did I mention waiting? AUUGG, that call back lasted 7hours! What in the hell did I get myself into?
On a positive note I got to get a nice look at my cultural competition. I'm sure I will be seeing some of them again. I am also 100% sure it wont be in this production. I assume I don't have to tell I didn't get the gig.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Did You Miss Me?
It has been a while. A whole month has gone by and you haven't heard a peep from me. Soo many things have been happening, or should I say life has been really showing out. I hope this blog post finds you all in good spirits, and if not maybe it can help in lifting them.
I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but it think I have to reiterate. If you decide to work or live in the city of NYC; you relinquish all if any personal space. Rather we are young or old our animal instincts are always with us. The subway doors open. People pile out and others rush in, or race in to get a seat if there are any left. It's almost like a game, and it's funny to watch. A lady squeezed herself right down next to me and another fellow. As she inhaled and exhaled I literally felt her ribcage contract and expand. NO LIE! I could feel every breath she took because here side was touching my side. I don't think I have ever felt anyone that close to me before; not even while hugging someone. I sat there thinking to myself this is so weird. The tan, skin, woman who probably wasn't older than 45yrs looked at me. She had an expression on her face. It seemed to be saying"I know you can feel me breathing. Thanks for not tripping that I'm sitting so close."
The bus is a little better, but it takes longer to get to your destination. I can deal with the to close for comfort concept. What I hate is the rude and disrespectful behavior. If you add both of those together it makes public transportation a hassle. I was sitting on the inside seat when a African American lady whom seemed to be a few years younger than me sat her fat self down next to me. No problem there, but when it was time for me to get up for my stop she act like she didn't want to move. I said excuse me two times and she didn't budge. Finally I stood up and started moving towards her and she got up. What in the hell was her problem? I actually wanted to yell at her. Not sure what helped me to hold my tongue but I didn't make a scene. Unlike the man on the train at 12:40AM. He claimed he was a war vet who had AIDS. He asked for money or cigarettes. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but no one gave him a dime. The train comes to a stop and we all jump off. Rushing off to our own destination. Never the less none of us could ignore the Caucasian man who rushed off the train. He cursed and then loudly released a sigh of relief as he unzipped himself and pissed right there in front of us all! As I passed the conductor he just laughed and shook his head as he saw the expression on my face. The word Gross here would be a huge understatement!
I am glad to report that not all New Yorkers are rude; although there are at least 50% whom are. I think some of the rudeness is because you are always rushing around. Even when your not rushing, your rushing. Just in case you've missed it in other entries, I'll say it again. NYC is lunatic capitol. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't see or hear something abnormal. The word normal along with customer service, and home training seems to be at a lost in NYC. People here rarely use the word "Thank You, Excuse Me, or I'm Sorry" At CVS pharmacy. I politely asked the pharmacist for some assistance. She practically cussed me out. With a nasty voice she said to me she wasn't going to stop what she was doing just to help me. Oddly she wasn't really doing anything. Applaud for how the African American woman spoke to me as if it wasn't' her job to assist people. I spoke to another pharmacist who was glad to help me. Sadly you get the same experience trying to make or cancel appointments, shopping, etc. Ironically people here that have customer service jobs; consequently act like you bothering them when you say or do something that makes them have to do their job.
It can be a mean world out there, but it's nice to still get the pleasantness of the word THANK YOU.
I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but it think I have to reiterate. If you decide to work or live in the city of NYC; you relinquish all if any personal space. Rather we are young or old our animal instincts are always with us. The subway doors open. People pile out and others rush in, or race in to get a seat if there are any left. It's almost like a game, and it's funny to watch. A lady squeezed herself right down next to me and another fellow. As she inhaled and exhaled I literally felt her ribcage contract and expand. NO LIE! I could feel every breath she took because here side was touching my side. I don't think I have ever felt anyone that close to me before; not even while hugging someone. I sat there thinking to myself this is so weird. The tan, skin, woman who probably wasn't older than 45yrs looked at me. She had an expression on her face. It seemed to be saying"I know you can feel me breathing. Thanks for not tripping that I'm sitting so close."
The bus is a little better, but it takes longer to get to your destination. I can deal with the to close for comfort concept. What I hate is the rude and disrespectful behavior. If you add both of those together it makes public transportation a hassle. I was sitting on the inside seat when a African American lady whom seemed to be a few years younger than me sat her fat self down next to me. No problem there, but when it was time for me to get up for my stop she act like she didn't want to move. I said excuse me two times and she didn't budge. Finally I stood up and started moving towards her and she got up. What in the hell was her problem? I actually wanted to yell at her. Not sure what helped me to hold my tongue but I didn't make a scene. Unlike the man on the train at 12:40AM. He claimed he was a war vet who had AIDS. He asked for money or cigarettes. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but no one gave him a dime. The train comes to a stop and we all jump off. Rushing off to our own destination. Never the less none of us could ignore the Caucasian man who rushed off the train. He cursed and then loudly released a sigh of relief as he unzipped himself and pissed right there in front of us all! As I passed the conductor he just laughed and shook his head as he saw the expression on my face. The word Gross here would be a huge understatement!
I am glad to report that not all New Yorkers are rude; although there are at least 50% whom are. I think some of the rudeness is because you are always rushing around. Even when your not rushing, your rushing. Just in case you've missed it in other entries, I'll say it again. NYC is lunatic capitol. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't see or hear something abnormal. The word normal along with customer service, and home training seems to be at a lost in NYC. People here rarely use the word "Thank You, Excuse Me, or I'm Sorry" At CVS pharmacy. I politely asked the pharmacist for some assistance. She practically cussed me out. With a nasty voice she said to me she wasn't going to stop what she was doing just to help me. Oddly she wasn't really doing anything. Applaud for how the African American woman spoke to me as if it wasn't' her job to assist people. I spoke to another pharmacist who was glad to help me. Sadly you get the same experience trying to make or cancel appointments, shopping, etc. Ironically people here that have customer service jobs; consequently act like you bothering them when you say or do something that makes them have to do their job.
It can be a mean world out there, but it's nice to still get the pleasantness of the word THANK YOU.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
NYC can be Disgusting
I have come to the realization that New York City is more than a bit ghetto. There are a lot of disgusting people who reside here. Although, I must admit I don't hang around the rich and famous. If I did then my entries altogether would be a little different and probably not as interesting. Not to say there aren't any famous ghetto folks. We all know better than that!
During the month I had to visit the doctor for an ear infection. I don't know why the office had the air conditioner on full blast, but they did. It was 27' outside with snow! I guess they were trying to keep the sick people sick and their pay checks thick. After waiting for over an hour; I met with my doctor. She spoke to me with a glossy, nasty, clear color substance on her upper lip. It was there for so long. I began to think it was an imperfection on her face; but it wasn't. It was snot! It started to move towards her mouth. Finally she said excuse me, and got a tissue to wipe her face. I don't know if that was embarrassing for her, or just gross to me. Thank God she remembered to sanitize her hands.
For my readers who don't live in an over crowded city. Subsequently, I don't think you understand the gratification you receive when your able to find a seat on a bus or subway. I was so happy and relived to plop my behind down on the bus. I had a long way to go and I really didn't have the energy to stand today. Sitting there with delight, I began to smell an odd aroma. It was scent that most people who take public transportation dread. Where was this strong pee smell coming from. "Oh No". I forgot to check the seat before I sat down. Was I sitting in pee? I reached under my leg to feel if it was wet. It seemed to be dry. I then patted the seat underneath me. It was dry to. Of course I did the sniff test, and I smelled nothing from my seat. Then I remembered, that I didn't really start to smell the pee until the guy next to me sat down. It just had to be him! I hoped it was him. As he shifted in his seat the stench became stronger. Soon the patroons seated around us were all staring at him. He was the nasty pee smell! Thank the Lawd! Oddly, after riding for some time the smell was somewhat tolerable. That's just nasty I know. I was so grateful I had not sat in pee, yet I can't help to wonder how many pre pee seats have I sat in?
Alright, so I have been here for a year now, and I still get lost. There was a bum standing right outside the train station. He had a cup of change in his hand. He said he lived in that area for 29 years; so whatever directions you needed he had. A Caucasian man gave him a $1 and got his directions. I gave him 50cents and got my directions; which so happen to be WRONG! Therefor, I was lost for 30minutes on the lower east side. The streets in this area cut off quick with out warning and start up somewhere else. Then again you just may look pass the street sign all together. There I was walking with this duffel bag on my shoulder. It weighed at least 20lbs. I was on my way to an audition, and it was beginning to feel like I would never make it.
When I left for the audition it was day light. After stopping in few shops, and asking three different people for directions included a cab driver who sent me off a bit; consequently I was still lost with no light. I was tempted to go back to the train station and take my tired butt home. Ironically, I couldn't do that. I felt I deserve to find out where this place was located. I told myself I had to get a cab. Oddly every cab I saw had people in it. Finally I flag down a cab that was dropping someone off. "Hold that cab Please!" I shouted. It took the cab three minutes to find my destination, and he charged me $10. I was shocked as hell, but I was able to boggle him down to $8. It was well worth it. I had a fantastic audition. Not to mention, I secured a role for a production that's coming out in August. I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
Until next time. Stay strong, focused, and DO NOT let people get you down!
During the month I had to visit the doctor for an ear infection. I don't know why the office had the air conditioner on full blast, but they did. It was 27' outside with snow! I guess they were trying to keep the sick people sick and their pay checks thick. After waiting for over an hour; I met with my doctor. She spoke to me with a glossy, nasty, clear color substance on her upper lip. It was there for so long. I began to think it was an imperfection on her face; but it wasn't. It was snot! It started to move towards her mouth. Finally she said excuse me, and got a tissue to wipe her face. I don't know if that was embarrassing for her, or just gross to me. Thank God she remembered to sanitize her hands.
For my readers who don't live in an over crowded city. Subsequently, I don't think you understand the gratification you receive when your able to find a seat on a bus or subway. I was so happy and relived to plop my behind down on the bus. I had a long way to go and I really didn't have the energy to stand today. Sitting there with delight, I began to smell an odd aroma. It was scent that most people who take public transportation dread. Where was this strong pee smell coming from. "Oh No". I forgot to check the seat before I sat down. Was I sitting in pee? I reached under my leg to feel if it was wet. It seemed to be dry. I then patted the seat underneath me. It was dry to. Of course I did the sniff test, and I smelled nothing from my seat. Then I remembered, that I didn't really start to smell the pee until the guy next to me sat down. It just had to be him! I hoped it was him. As he shifted in his seat the stench became stronger. Soon the patroons seated around us were all staring at him. He was the nasty pee smell! Thank the Lawd! Oddly, after riding for some time the smell was somewhat tolerable. That's just nasty I know. I was so grateful I had not sat in pee, yet I can't help to wonder how many pre pee seats have I sat in?
Alright, so I have been here for a year now, and I still get lost. There was a bum standing right outside the train station. He had a cup of change in his hand. He said he lived in that area for 29 years; so whatever directions you needed he had. A Caucasian man gave him a $1 and got his directions. I gave him 50cents and got my directions; which so happen to be WRONG! Therefor, I was lost for 30minutes on the lower east side. The streets in this area cut off quick with out warning and start up somewhere else. Then again you just may look pass the street sign all together. There I was walking with this duffel bag on my shoulder. It weighed at least 20lbs. I was on my way to an audition, and it was beginning to feel like I would never make it.
When I left for the audition it was day light. After stopping in few shops, and asking three different people for directions included a cab driver who sent me off a bit; consequently I was still lost with no light. I was tempted to go back to the train station and take my tired butt home. Ironically, I couldn't do that. I felt I deserve to find out where this place was located. I told myself I had to get a cab. Oddly every cab I saw had people in it. Finally I flag down a cab that was dropping someone off. "Hold that cab Please!" I shouted. It took the cab three minutes to find my destination, and he charged me $10. I was shocked as hell, but I was able to boggle him down to $8. It was well worth it. I had a fantastic audition. Not to mention, I secured a role for a production that's coming out in August. I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
Until next time. Stay strong, focused, and DO NOT let people get you down!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Update to 2011
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY BELOVED FOLLOWERS and to those who have yet to join my blog, but do still read it. So much has happen and I'm going to do my best to fit it all in this one blog post.
Those of you who know me, know that I am a people person. I seldom turn away from a greeting. Meaning if you greet me, Il greet you back. Living here in New York City; I have to learn how to do just the opposite. It was around 9p.m. I had just come from a theatrical event in the Time Square area. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but to say that Time Square is extremely crowded on the weekend would be a huge understatement. Bumper to butt with people and traffic. As I walked with the pedestrian traffic and talked on my cell phone. A man who look to be in his 40's and of Italian background walked up to me. "Oh I thought you were talking to me", he said. I signal to him that I was talking to the person on my cell phone, but that didn't detour him. He began to walk beside me and tried to start up a conversation. The next thing out of his mouth was "So where are you heading?" and I answered "The Subway." That where I messed up. I should have kept my mouth shut! He replied "Good! So what are we doing for dinner?" Thats when I realized I had just attracted another NUT!
So what do I mean by another NUT...? Let me sum it up like this. I dated a Nigerian man throughout college. We continued to date after I had graduated. Giving us a relationship of about six years. He broke my heart and I broke his. I never truly got over him. There is a big part of me that still truly loves him today. Evermore I have to move on because he is now engaged to an African. No surprise there...and I do wish them well. Am I scared for life? Yes, I am. Am I stuck on stupid or African men? Both! I need to leave them all the way alone, but I wont! Now please don't misunderstand me. I don't discriminate in the least. I have dated out my race and will continue to do so if the right man comes along. Although I can't deny my ever so strong attraction to African men! On the other hand Caucasian men that are old enough to be my father will approach me before an African American man will. Well that may not be entirely true. There are the newly, wet behind the ears, young, African American, men. I'm talking 18yrs -24yrs old that will try to holler at me. So what's really going on? I mean seriously! Someone asked me the other day how was love treating me. I told them "Love hates me." They replied to me "Yeah, love sucks." I commented "No. Love hurts." I have dated two African man this year in NYC. NOT African American but AFRICAN. Some may hate to hear it, but there is a huge difference between being African American and African! Least to say I ended it with both men because they were both demanding me to marry them. Love, green cards, bad sex, Love, citizenship, great sex which ever... I WILL NOT BE MARRYING EITHER OF YOU! CONSIDER YOURSELF DISMISS!!!!
On to a brighter topic. I had an audition to attend on a weekend when I had to work. I wasn't sure how I was going to make this happen. This would only be my 3rd time auditioning for a film. I was ecstatic that my boss let me off of work early. Just not early enough to go home and get completely ready; and this is why you can't beat living in NYC. I hoped off the train in Time Square, since that's where my transfer was. I ran into Sephora, and put my face on BABY! Gave myself a wink and hoped backed on the train. Least to say, I got my first film gig! Can I get an AMEN! When and if it does comes out I'll be sure to let you guys know. It's an independent racy comedy that will be submitted to the Sundance film festival.
I'm interested in how my followers spent there New Years Eve. I went to a singles event where there were well over 350 people. I got completely wasted. I had to spend 95% of the next day recovering. Tequila, white wine, red bull and vodka, cranberry and vodka, and cheap champagne don't mix very well. Thank God for good people and best friends. This year my goal is to see more than three production. Last year I had the privilege of seeing Ocean Imagine, which was a fun show. Mary Poppins was also was a nice treat, but I think I like Avenue Q the best. The songs were hilarious and well written. My new years resolution is to become better physically fit, get more out of my degree, and to do more international traveling! I'm interested in my readers goals and resolutions as well. Please feel free to post them.
Those of you who know me, know that I am a people person. I seldom turn away from a greeting. Meaning if you greet me, Il greet you back. Living here in New York City; I have to learn how to do just the opposite. It was around 9p.m. I had just come from a theatrical event in the Time Square area. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but to say that Time Square is extremely crowded on the weekend would be a huge understatement. Bumper to butt with people and traffic. As I walked with the pedestrian traffic and talked on my cell phone. A man who look to be in his 40's and of Italian background walked up to me. "Oh I thought you were talking to me", he said. I signal to him that I was talking to the person on my cell phone, but that didn't detour him. He began to walk beside me and tried to start up a conversation. The next thing out of his mouth was "So where are you heading?" and I answered "The Subway." That where I messed up. I should have kept my mouth shut! He replied "Good! So what are we doing for dinner?" Thats when I realized I had just attracted another NUT!
So what do I mean by another NUT...? Let me sum it up like this. I dated a Nigerian man throughout college. We continued to date after I had graduated. Giving us a relationship of about six years. He broke my heart and I broke his. I never truly got over him. There is a big part of me that still truly loves him today. Evermore I have to move on because he is now engaged to an African. No surprise there...and I do wish them well. Am I scared for life? Yes, I am. Am I stuck on stupid or African men? Both! I need to leave them all the way alone, but I wont! Now please don't misunderstand me. I don't discriminate in the least. I have dated out my race and will continue to do so if the right man comes along. Although I can't deny my ever so strong attraction to African men! On the other hand Caucasian men that are old enough to be my father will approach me before an African American man will. Well that may not be entirely true. There are the newly, wet behind the ears, young, African American, men. I'm talking 18yrs -24yrs old that will try to holler at me. So what's really going on? I mean seriously! Someone asked me the other day how was love treating me. I told them "Love hates me." They replied to me "Yeah, love sucks." I commented "No. Love hurts." I have dated two African man this year in NYC. NOT African American but AFRICAN. Some may hate to hear it, but there is a huge difference between being African American and African! Least to say I ended it with both men because they were both demanding me to marry them. Love, green cards, bad sex, Love, citizenship, great sex which ever... I WILL NOT BE MARRYING EITHER OF YOU! CONSIDER YOURSELF DISMISS!!!!
On to a brighter topic. I had an audition to attend on a weekend when I had to work. I wasn't sure how I was going to make this happen. This would only be my 3rd time auditioning for a film. I was ecstatic that my boss let me off of work early. Just not early enough to go home and get completely ready; and this is why you can't beat living in NYC. I hoped off the train in Time Square, since that's where my transfer was. I ran into Sephora, and put my face on BABY! Gave myself a wink and hoped backed on the train. Least to say, I got my first film gig! Can I get an AMEN! When and if it does comes out I'll be sure to let you guys know. It's an independent racy comedy that will be submitted to the Sundance film festival.
I'm interested in how my followers spent there New Years Eve. I went to a singles event where there were well over 350 people. I got completely wasted. I had to spend 95% of the next day recovering. Tequila, white wine, red bull and vodka, cranberry and vodka, and cheap champagne don't mix very well. Thank God for good people and best friends. This year my goal is to see more than three production. Last year I had the privilege of seeing Ocean Imagine, which was a fun show. Mary Poppins was also was a nice treat, but I think I like Avenue Q the best. The songs were hilarious and well written. My new years resolution is to become better physically fit, get more out of my degree, and to do more international traveling! I'm interested in my readers goals and resolutions as well. Please feel free to post them.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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!"
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!"
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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!!!
"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!!!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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..
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..
Monday, August 30, 2010
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!
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!
Monday, August 9, 2010
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!
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!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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...
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...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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!
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!
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