Monday Travels
A funny thing happened today on the way to the airport. Ha! Sounds like some cheesy romantic comedy that starts with showing several different people getting ready to or already traveling to the airport. Showing the stress of some of the slightly neurotic ones dealing with traffic because they won't make it to he airport by 8 for a 9am flight. Some are stressing because they are indeed running late, and others are so conditioned to the process that it's like second nature at this point. Adding stops by their favorite morning market/coffee shop and holding brief conversations with "their cashier". Before squeezing out the door, into their vehicle, and down the side streets and back roads to airport where they have the usual speedy frequent flyer check in.
I think I'm finally starting to come into my 'own' traveling persona. With a mom who was a former flight attendant, you'd think I'd be able to identify myself sooner, but like a bottle of good wine, these things take time. Take today for instance, I'm heading to the office at 530am but I need to be at the airport by 6/610 in order to check in and get through security and my office is 17 minutes from Dulles. Thanks to traffic I get to my office at 547am. I'm in the door and my PC is powered on by 550, gotta submit some time. 10 minutes later I'm powering down and heading back towards the door. In the car, on the road and calling bob, gps says my ETA is 617. Told ya.
At this point no panic has set in, not even the worry of missing my flight. This time a few years ago, I'd be freakin out. Now though, I'm cool, I take my time to check in, usually make a few more important calls (about travel) and then heading towards security with my backpack, and laptop in tow. Years ago when I started travelling alot, security was a pain in the ass, now though I breeze by as I now effectively know how to dress for the airport (and security). Comfortable, yet light, and nothing that's gonna take too long to take off and put back on after passing through. Like most, I try to look good while walking through the airport, nothing too dressy but casual enough to exemplify a certain style... my own. [note, some people prefer the "I'm traveling, not impressing or worried about anyone" style. To each his (or her) own]
While checking in (at 630) for my 7am flight, I type in my confirmation number on the self checkin kiosk and <ding> a message reads that my flight has been cancelled and a CSR hands me a business card with a number to call. Seconds later I'm on the phone and working on a flight change, still rather surprisingly calm. I hate automated phone systems so after unsuccessfully spelling the reservation to the system, that is evidently is taking my "Q" as a "C", I finally manage to get a real person, she actually sounds kinda a cute.
After explaining the issue and some kind words she has me rebooked on a 9am out of Reagan National (45 minutes away). Still calm I'm heading back to the car (good thing I didn't get dropped off, but then again, by who?), google maps and my traffic apps are telling me 40 minutes, not bad I start heading towards my car.
10 minutes later and I'm paying 4 bucks for parking all of 38 minutes, oh well it'll be expensed anyway. Heading to National now, a few more calls are made and within the congested and slow moving areas, emails, texts, and FB status' are sent/updated. 745am and I'm pulling into the daily parking deck at National airport. I considered texting a friend to see if she wanted to grab a breakfast muffin or something, but she's on vacation this week so I'd rather not disturb her first morning of sleeping in. So instead I go back through the few things I have packed to ensure I have what I need despite the fact that it's too late anyway. Still just going with the flow.
My first real "oh shit" moment came when I checked in, again. My ID, the one thing I most definitely need, is not in the clear plastic holder in my wallet. "I know I didn't leave it at Dulles" are the words I spoke. Feverishly searching through my wallet my heightened sense of urgency was quickly calmed as I found my ID behind my bank card. Wheww what a relief.
I now have 3, count em three! Neck pillows thanks to my recent purchase. One thing is for sure though, this one is staying in the car. That is if I ever make it back, because now I'm sitting on a plane, that hasn't left the terminal, due to a maintenance issue [TAKE YOUR TIME]. <DING> And there's the captain advising us that "this may take longer than expected". Headphones on and <DING> 'ladies and gentleman, we'd like to ask those who are travelling to St. Louis and Turks and Caicos to gather your things as we have found places for you on other flights". Excellent, so now I have 3 seats to myself. Minutes later, all the passengers return because apparently the document the pilot was waiting on has been delivered. Up, up and away.
Nothing to report about the ride.
We landed in Charlotte about an hour or so later and of course frantic passengers were rushing to get off the plane. So I went against the grain and took my time. After finally getting off I took my usual pace to the new terminal and found out that I wasn't the only person they were waiting on. So I took my place on the plane. Oh yea, the plane sucked, it was one of the propeller ones and it looked like it belonged in an episode of 'lost'. Oh well though, I passed out as soon as I hit the seat.
Landed in Augusta at 12:40pm and in getting off the plane I was greeted by the absolute worst smell. It smelled like old fish and sewage and was so bad that I thought something was wrong with the airplane bathroom. But no, thats just how it smells in Augusta. Needless to say, I used the AC in the rental car for the day.
We'll fast forward through the work I needed to do but just know it got done, like always. I was back in the airport enjoying the usual beer and shot by 6:30p. I'm guessing that the whopping 3 people sitting at the bar was what urged the manager to close the bar early. So I got 1 for the road and took my seat near the airport windows. Shitty cell service so I put a few playlists together before we boarded the plane. Boring flight.
We landed in Charlotte at 8, so after a quick stop by the bathroom I made my way to the "D" terminal. I love this terminal, I've been here before, it kinda reminds me of the terminal in the first 'Die hard' movie, wide open and plenty of windows. Plus, its got a pretty good tequila bar sooo since I had time, I ordered some wings, some beers and of course some shots. In finishing my last shot [number 2] (and chicken wing) I noticed that the large amount of people that once stood at the gate I'd departing out of, were gone. Glad I saw this because apparently the flight changed terminals, but was still leaving on time...in 10 minutes.
So off I went to the new terminal which was prolly the equivilant of a block away. At this point it was no surprise that it was also delayed so waited I did. Finally we boarded and to my surprise, something happened that usually never happens. A relatively attractive female sat in the seat directly beside me. Guys will most likely take more or a liking to this than females because every guy wants a cute girl beside them on the plane [true story]. She was cute, so naturally I struck up a conversation and between that and the free shots [shout out to the flight attendants who will remain nameless] the flight flew by. lol (get it, flew by, lol). A junior at Texas university, she was going to DC to visit her mom for the holidays but knew she'd be bored at some point. So I recommended a few places to check out and gave her my card if she had any questions. ;)
All in all, pretty good trip. Most people would crack under the pressure I was on at the beginning, but at this point I was like, "ah screw, just go with it" and so I did. I like traveling and meeting people based off a whim. I enjoy conversations that start with an exchange of "where ya heading?" and end with "safe travels". I enjoy the airport life, the people watching, the attitudes people give and the resilience the flight attendants try to demonstrate in keeping from slapping the hell outta someone. I love traveling, aside from returning home to no one waiting on me, that sh*t sucks. Especially when your tired as hell. But eventually, it'll happen.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The "Wtf" experience
The "WTF" experience:
Ever been in a situation that leaves you in a perpetual state of "what the f*ck?" Like your taken so off guard by it that you walk away saying "what the f*ck?" Sure you have, we all have been before. At some point in everyones life they're like "what the f*ck". Now don't be mad that I'm cussing because I told you that there would be moments of foul langauge. If your unaware of this I invite you to go back to August and read: [Enjoy the words I write..or not..either way they're mine] as well as everything else up to this point from that point. But anyway, where was I? Oh yea, "what the f*ck", my moment of "what the f*ck"came a several weekends ago in Baltimore.
If I haven't said it yet, I'll say it now, I love my sidejob! I really do. Its easy work, all I have to do is be myself and talk. Its just as easy as working a bar except there are no drinks but for the sake of argument, we'll say I was "tending bar" at this wedding. I've been "bartending" a while now so this wedding was really nothing out of the ordinary. Bride in white, Groom in black, bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girl, ring bearer, parents, guests, DJ, and servers. I'm doing my thing, making people laugh, inviting people back for more, training the new girl, making tips and all around having a good time. Nothing new, its work and like I said, I love my job and I always look good doing it.
So we're about an hour away from calling it a night. By this time the reception has thinned in guests but the hall is still relatively full. Finally, there was a break in the line that seemed to never stop from the time we started up, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I let the trainee know I'd be back and headed towards the exit doors of the hall. At this moment is where my journey down the "what the f*ck" path started.
In leaving my station I knew I had to return quickly, not that the trainee didn't have grasp of the situation, but there were several cute girls in line. So in leaving, I told myself I said "self, here's what we're gonna do, we're gonna walk out into the bathroom, go, finish, wash my hands, check my tie, check my nose, leave, come back in the room, try to swing by the buffet and get 1 more crab cake, then back to my station" boom, sounds easy enough. Ready, good, go and out the door hall I went.
I passed 4 guys outside the hall which is coincidentally also right outside the entrance to the bathroom. By now I'm thinking, "nothing new here, people mill outside the reception hall all the time, almost to the bathroom, open the door, and "what the f*ck?". At this point my mind stopped processing and immediately went into red alert. I stopped in the middle of my second step through the door, promptly placed my foot down forcing an immediate pivot, turned around and out the bathroom I went. Total time in the bathroom, 3.5 seconds and no I didn't even get to go.
Why you ask? Because when I walked in the bathroom I was immediately greeted to the sight of 2 guys (1 groomsman, 1 guest) in front of the mirror. Very close to eachother, we'll say "hugging", while 1 was whispering in the others ear while.....(wait for it).... his hand was inserted in the zipper area of the other guys pants. "WHAT THE F*CK?!?!"
Thats exactly what my eyes were saying while my brain was telling my body to promptly remove myself from the bathroom. As the door closed behind me with a facial expression that resembled a state of confusion, the 4 guys who I originally passed on my way in, were still there, 2 of which appeared to be figetting. I paused and looked at all standing there, turned back to look at the bathroom door then turned back around where 1 guy was now saying "now you know why we're all out here, join the line". At that point I went back to work because the desire to use the bathroom had left, like completely.
Minutes later I'm back at doing what I do best and I look over to my left and about 20ft away, the same 2, are now out of the bathroom and gravitating near the dance floor. Based on the recently witnessed events, there was no doubt that they were having a good time, so at this point it was no surprise that they were whispering in each others ears, laughing and touching. And then..Beyonce's "Single Ladies" song came on and again I had a "what the f*ck" moment.
Why you ask, (yet again)? Because now the 2 guys were beginning to dance. The trainee began commenting on how 'in love' they were with eachother, which, was very obvious, but even she said "wow" when the "uh oh" part of single ladies came on a 1 guy started doing the Beyonce booty shake against the other. My mind went blank at that point and as soon as the house lights came on, we packed up and out the door we went.
Now... I don't have a problem with homosexuals. Lets get that clear! I was simply caught off guard by the things I had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing. It reminds me that clearly not everyone is like everyone else. Not all people like the same thing or gender, and thats perfectly fine. But in the bathroom, in front of a mirror, not in one of the 4 stalls, at a wedding...what the f*ck?
Ever been in a situation that leaves you in a perpetual state of "what the f*ck?" Like your taken so off guard by it that you walk away saying "what the f*ck?" Sure you have, we all have been before. At some point in everyones life they're like "what the f*ck". Now don't be mad that I'm cussing because I told you that there would be moments of foul langauge. If your unaware of this I invite you to go back to August and read: [Enjoy the words I write..or not..either way they're mine] as well as everything else up to this point from that point. But anyway, where was I? Oh yea, "what the f*ck", my moment of "what the f*ck"came a several weekends ago in Baltimore.
If I haven't said it yet, I'll say it now, I love my sidejob! I really do. Its easy work, all I have to do is be myself and talk. Its just as easy as working a bar except there are no drinks but for the sake of argument, we'll say I was "tending bar" at this wedding. I've been "bartending" a while now so this wedding was really nothing out of the ordinary. Bride in white, Groom in black, bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girl, ring bearer, parents, guests, DJ, and servers. I'm doing my thing, making people laugh, inviting people back for more, training the new girl, making tips and all around having a good time. Nothing new, its work and like I said, I love my job and I always look good doing it.
So we're about an hour away from calling it a night. By this time the reception has thinned in guests but the hall is still relatively full. Finally, there was a break in the line that seemed to never stop from the time we started up, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I let the trainee know I'd be back and headed towards the exit doors of the hall. At this moment is where my journey down the "what the f*ck" path started.
In leaving my station I knew I had to return quickly, not that the trainee didn't have grasp of the situation, but there were several cute girls in line. So in leaving, I told myself I said "self, here's what we're gonna do, we're gonna walk out into the bathroom, go, finish, wash my hands, check my tie, check my nose, leave, come back in the room, try to swing by the buffet and get 1 more crab cake, then back to my station" boom, sounds easy enough. Ready, good, go and out the door hall I went.
I passed 4 guys outside the hall which is coincidentally also right outside the entrance to the bathroom. By now I'm thinking, "nothing new here, people mill outside the reception hall all the time, almost to the bathroom, open the door, and "what the f*ck?". At this point my mind stopped processing and immediately went into red alert. I stopped in the middle of my second step through the door, promptly placed my foot down forcing an immediate pivot, turned around and out the bathroom I went. Total time in the bathroom, 3.5 seconds and no I didn't even get to go.
Why you ask? Because when I walked in the bathroom I was immediately greeted to the sight of 2 guys (1 groomsman, 1 guest) in front of the mirror. Very close to eachother, we'll say "hugging", while 1 was whispering in the others ear while.....(wait for it).... his hand was inserted in the zipper area of the other guys pants. "WHAT THE F*CK?!?!"
Thats exactly what my eyes were saying while my brain was telling my body to promptly remove myself from the bathroom. As the door closed behind me with a facial expression that resembled a state of confusion, the 4 guys who I originally passed on my way in, were still there, 2 of which appeared to be figetting. I paused and looked at all standing there, turned back to look at the bathroom door then turned back around where 1 guy was now saying "now you know why we're all out here, join the line". At that point I went back to work because the desire to use the bathroom had left, like completely.
Minutes later I'm back at doing what I do best and I look over to my left and about 20ft away, the same 2, are now out of the bathroom and gravitating near the dance floor. Based on the recently witnessed events, there was no doubt that they were having a good time, so at this point it was no surprise that they were whispering in each others ears, laughing and touching. And then..Beyonce's "Single Ladies" song came on and again I had a "what the f*ck" moment.
Why you ask, (yet again)? Because now the 2 guys were beginning to dance. The trainee began commenting on how 'in love' they were with eachother, which, was very obvious, but even she said "wow" when the "uh oh" part of single ladies came on a 1 guy started doing the Beyonce booty shake against the other. My mind went blank at that point and as soon as the house lights came on, we packed up and out the door we went.
Now... I don't have a problem with homosexuals. Lets get that clear! I was simply caught off guard by the things I had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing. It reminds me that clearly not everyone is like everyone else. Not all people like the same thing or gender, and thats perfectly fine. But in the bathroom, in front of a mirror, not in one of the 4 stalls, at a wedding...what the f*ck?
Monday, November 14, 2011
I regret the lie...
[(Wrote this a while back, never posted, never forgotten)]
Ok look its been a long time since I posted anything on here because quite honestly the urge hasn't hit like me like it once did. There have been some things going on in my little world that have made the bigger world a little bit more difficult to deal with. Not all bad things, but defintiely not all good things either. While there have been bright spots, because in deed there have been some truely memorable and unforgettable events and moments. Dark days have reigned supreme since the ball dropped. .
Now in the grand scheme of things, its nothing that "little time won't heal", well... to you. But to me its been a steady feeling of regret, complete and utter regret actually, and I can't point the finger at any one person but myself. I can't do anything about it but learn from it, and never do it again. Because A) nothing is going to be like it once was, B) anything I say now is not going to change what I said then, and C) I've got no choice, but to learn. Its crazy when I think of all the cliche's and metaphors that can be linked to this,and how it pretty much dictates the meaning around them.
It dates back pretty far so its not like its been anything recent that has put me in this spiral. It's just eating at me more now, kind of consuming me. Looking back now at what it was then, my actions were highly uncalled for and unwarranted hundred times over. So sadly the current state that I'm in should really be no surprise. Now, I didn't exactly run off and do something people in the world may view as "the worst of the worst", but I did do something that people may interpret as the worst. I lied. And to some people, thats the worst thing a person could do. I admit it though.... I lied... I witheld information and told untruths. I manipulated the truth to a degree that made it seem like what I was doing, was ok and since there wasn't any "real harm" being done, then, at the time, I felt like it was "no foul". Everyone's lied about something before, this was mine. I looked at it as if there was no "harm" being done in what I was doing. Turns out, it was quite a bit, and I didn't realize until it was too late. I regret that.
Now some of yall may know exactly what I'm talking about. Most likely you do because, you know me and what really pushes my buttons. You know how I am and can sense it in my mannerisms and actions. You can see the visible change, (so to speak) and what really alarms you is that I haven't said much. Some don't care at all. Others however may have their suspicions but aren't exactly saying anything. And lastly there may be a few who think they are entitled to know what (and why) I've been acting the way I have. Sorry, but this is my issue, I'll deal with it, I have no choice. At the end of the day, I brought it on myself. I appreciate the level of concern you may have though, its comforting to know that there are people out there who care. I'm glad I have you in my corner.
But again, this is my doing. I regret that too.
I regret the day you found out...
I regret the words I said...
I regret not presenting the facts as they were...
I regret keeping you in the dark....
I regret thinking it would not come back to haunt me...
I regret allowing myself to believe that what I was saying was "ok."
I regret my actions that ensued....
I reget saying 1 thing, while meaning another...
I regret not reciprocating the truth...
I regret not taking advantage of the positive situation that had presented itself...
I regret giving up the past, present and future for something that never was...
I regret accepting the negative...
I regret the way it feels now...
I regret losing you...
I regret the lie.
Don't feel sorry for me, I brought it on myself. I'll bounce back, believe that, someones got to.
Ok look its been a long time since I posted anything on here because quite honestly the urge hasn't hit like me like it once did. There have been some things going on in my little world that have made the bigger world a little bit more difficult to deal with. Not all bad things, but defintiely not all good things either. While there have been bright spots, because in deed there have been some truely memorable and unforgettable events and moments. Dark days have reigned supreme since the ball dropped. .
Now in the grand scheme of things, its nothing that "little time won't heal", well... to you. But to me its been a steady feeling of regret, complete and utter regret actually, and I can't point the finger at any one person but myself. I can't do anything about it but learn from it, and never do it again. Because A) nothing is going to be like it once was, B) anything I say now is not going to change what I said then, and C) I've got no choice, but to learn. Its crazy when I think of all the cliche's and metaphors that can be linked to this,and how it pretty much dictates the meaning around them.
It dates back pretty far so its not like its been anything recent that has put me in this spiral. It's just eating at me more now, kind of consuming me. Looking back now at what it was then, my actions were highly uncalled for and unwarranted hundred times over. So sadly the current state that I'm in should really be no surprise. Now, I didn't exactly run off and do something people in the world may view as "the worst of the worst", but I did do something that people may interpret as the worst. I lied. And to some people, thats the worst thing a person could do. I admit it though.... I lied... I witheld information and told untruths. I manipulated the truth to a degree that made it seem like what I was doing, was ok and since there wasn't any "real harm" being done, then, at the time, I felt like it was "no foul". Everyone's lied about something before, this was mine. I looked at it as if there was no "harm" being done in what I was doing. Turns out, it was quite a bit, and I didn't realize until it was too late. I regret that.
Now some of yall may know exactly what I'm talking about. Most likely you do because, you know me and what really pushes my buttons. You know how I am and can sense it in my mannerisms and actions. You can see the visible change, (so to speak) and what really alarms you is that I haven't said much. Some don't care at all. Others however may have their suspicions but aren't exactly saying anything. And lastly there may be a few who think they are entitled to know what (and why) I've been acting the way I have. Sorry, but this is my issue, I'll deal with it, I have no choice. At the end of the day, I brought it on myself. I appreciate the level of concern you may have though, its comforting to know that there are people out there who care. I'm glad I have you in my corner.
But again, this is my doing. I regret that too.
I regret the day you found out...
I regret the words I said...
I regret not presenting the facts as they were...
I regret keeping you in the dark....
I regret thinking it would not come back to haunt me...
I regret allowing myself to believe that what I was saying was "ok."
I regret my actions that ensued....
I reget saying 1 thing, while meaning another...
I regret not reciprocating the truth...
I regret not taking advantage of the positive situation that had presented itself...
I regret giving up the past, present and future for something that never was...
I regret accepting the negative...
I regret the way it feels now...
I regret losing you...
I regret the lie.
Don't feel sorry for me, I brought it on myself. I'll bounce back, believe that, someones got to.
Friday, November 11, 2011
A False Fantasy...
There comes a time when you have have to grow. Sometimes it hurts....
["Love the game, but not all the cortezone in the world could conceal the pain" - Wale (Varsity Blues) ]
["Love the game, but not all the cortezone in the world could conceal the pain" - Wale (Varsity Blues) ]
Every day I wake up,
I look over to my side
And there she is, sleeping.
My beautiful bride
Her head lay on the pillow
While her body so calm
I always ask myself why?
And how'd I wait for so long
Closer I get to her.
I love the days like this
Each one starts like it ends
So I lean in for my kiss
She wakes up with the smile
Fell in love with it from the start
She wakes up knowing
That I'll never break her heart
Throughout the day we talk,
Email, Text and IM
A groom with a lovely bride
Can't believe that I'm him
Coming home is like a rush.
Head to toe, all the senses
Sometimes its overwhelming
I'm her prince, she's my princess
Cooking in the kitchen,
Pouring glasses full of wine
I didn't like the red
But for you I'll say 'its fine'
Chopping up the veggies
Skillet warming, meat ready
Water in the pot. Sauce and Noodles
Love making you spaghetti
1 bottle down, so we open another
While sitting at our table
We toast to each other.
Dishes in the washer,
Rinse the pots, rinse the pans
"I got this baby, you go lay down,
rest those pretty hands"
TV comes on,
We watch our little show
Soft kisses, in my arms
In the light of the, glow
"Wake up baby, its getting late"
My eyes open to your smile
"Lets go to bed", I take your hand
Behind you, I'd follow miles.
We go into our room.
You cross the threshold in my arms
We undress, off tomorrow
So tonight...no alarms
Pillows tossed onto the floor
In bed now, side by side
Loving the time we spend together
I love you as my bride
Every day is like a rush with you
I love you down to my inner core.
I'd swim around this whole world for u.
Just meet me at the shore.
Asking you those 4 little words...
"Will you, marry me"
I'll never forget that smile,
When you said 'yes', so happily.
I remember it like its yesterday
Everything clear and so bright
Then I open my eyes, to see whats happening
Sadly I focus and see the light.
What I've said to you in the words above,
Hasn't happened this is fantasy.
Because I lied to the woman I loved
So now there's no her, or me.
Hope you enjoy what you've read.
About the pain that I've carried
She's not the 1 in my life
And unfortunately...we're not married
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Part 2 (of 3)
[Part 1 was posted back in September. You can find it by selecting 'September' on the side ----> ]
3 steps out the door and the stiff chill from the winter morning made me glad I opted for the under armour shirt and white hoody. I got in the car, started it up, pause..."shit, my ipods in the house". Never fails, I always forget something. Before stepping out of the car and back into the frigid air, I set the heat to high and pulled my wallet out of my pocket and stashed it in the middle console, I can't afford to lose track of it today. I detached my house key from the rest of the ring (thanks for the gift mom) and back outside I go.
Seconds later I'm opening the front door and heading back up the steps. In reaching for my ipod sitting on the coffee table, I hear footsteps upstairs, and then..."Are you coming back to lay with me?" I hate questions like this, she knows I want to, but I can't, before I can finish my reply of "No baby I can't" she promptly interrupts me and says "I know. You've got plans that you can't tell me about, yet you came back in the house so obviously...you forgot something. Your ipod is on the table". Wow...she definitely knows me and my tendencies. "I got it thanks" is my only reply and before heading back down the steps and out into the I tell her "I love her", then write it on a note saying the same, stick it to her favorite coffee cup, and back out the door I go. Glancing at my watch, 8:25, still running late. Great!
In the car now and pulling out the driveway, my mental checklist of things I need to have has been checked twice and a third for good measure, we're good. 10 minutes later I pass the car wash, "ehh I got time" so I turn into the parking lot. 7 minutes later my car emerges from the wash, and while the attendees are taking care of the the wheels and the windows, I select a few new air fresheners and pay. At that point, the phone rings, "hello? Yea man I'm on the way, running a little behind but thats nothing new. ETA 35 minutes, we're still good," I get in my car and hangup. After re-adjusting the seat and selecting something from the recently downloaded Ipod playlist I'm out of the parking lot and en route.
15 minutes into the ride I realize that the 'last' pepsi I had, is still on the counter, so much for having everything. 5 minutes later my once calm, phone is now buzzing from the multiple texts I'm receiving from the Bball team. Apparently PVC's been talking some sh*t, we'll handle that when come Wednesday, I can't let that get to me today. Still I reply, "talk is cheap, lets see whats happens Wednesday" while allowing my knee to hold the course on the interstate. Last 8 miles and of course, traffic. Great. Text message sent "Traffic on 495, he there yet?". No, is the reply seconds later. Cool.
Pulling into the neighborhood at 945am I notice the movers have came and taken full control of the driveway. As I park, the now former landlord pulls up with his brother. Greetings are exchanged and now we're heading in the house, he appears to be holding the manila envelope as if its something of importance, good sign. In walking in the roommates are met, some conversation is had and a tour of the house ensues. 15 minutes later we're back down in the kitchen laughing about the last time a worker decided to pop in for some yard maintenance while the pups were out back. "So whats every ones plan now" he ask, 1 roommate explains how he is heading to LA for work, the other states that 'some things with the new house need to be taken care of' and I say "I'm working on something big, kinda nervous". Additional pleasantries are exchanged and the manila envelope is now opened revealing the coveted security deposit, in full. 'Congrats guys and thanks for being great tenants'. Hand shakes and high fives are passed around and outside we head. Checking the clock its now 10am. They're not open for another hour, "yall trying to get something to eat?".
IHOP is the agreed upon destination and a short car ride later, we're parking and walking in, "table for 5" My boy's fiance and another friend has now joined us. Before the waitress can offer us drinks we're all ordering exactly what we want. There's something of a "rushed" sense in the air. I think its just cause we're hungry. As the waitress leaves with the laundry list of ordered items, the conversation begins with "ok, man so are you excited?". 'Of course' I reply 'a few things to pick up and then the plan goes into action'. My phone buzzes, my sleeping beauty is up and 'meeting up with the girls,' "perfect" is my reply, both through text and verbally. My roommates fiance is now smiling bright, she explains her excitement for the upcoming activities of the day. Food arrives, we eat. I'm getting excited.
11:30am and we're walking out, full and giddy. We say our goodbyes to one, he needs to go pack his bags for Canada, and the remaining agree to pile into 1 car. In leaving the parking lot Bob calls, dude is funny as hell, we talk to him all the way to DC. 12pm and we're parking now. Looking at my watch, I estimate an occurrence that will delay me, so I text my beauty. "Hey baby, hope your having fun with the girls, I got a little delayed, gonna need to push the start of our night to 5. Does that work for you? xo -Me". I send the text but it doesn't go through, I wait until we clear the parking deck as we're now on foot. Minutes later comes your reply, "HI, we're having fun, that's fine, it has to be since you won't tell me what we're doing :p see you at 5. xo -me". At that point I send another text, this one however is to one of the girls my beauty is with. "Hey, I just pushed an hour, got delayed, going to call and add another hour to the package, take care of my girl, thanks again". The friends and I are now rounding the corner, pausing to peer in the window of the dealership, I say, "hold on, let me make this phone call", they go in. Minutes later I'm opening the store doors, the salesman smiling anxiously smiling, yet waiting patiently, while my friends meander about the showroom. 'We've been waiting on you sir' she says, "great, lets get down to it, before I chicken out". Everyone laughs. Its 12:15 and the reply from her friend chimes, "no problem, another hour is perfect, she's good, you do what you need to do, we got this". I return to what I was doing and 15 minutes of finalized documentation later, and I'm a new owner. Wheww....time for a cut.
3 steps out the door and the stiff chill from the winter morning made me glad I opted for the under armour shirt and white hoody. I got in the car, started it up, pause..."shit, my ipods in the house". Never fails, I always forget something. Before stepping out of the car and back into the frigid air, I set the heat to high and pulled my wallet out of my pocket and stashed it in the middle console, I can't afford to lose track of it today. I detached my house key from the rest of the ring (thanks for the gift mom) and back outside I go.
Seconds later I'm opening the front door and heading back up the steps. In reaching for my ipod sitting on the coffee table, I hear footsteps upstairs, and then..."Are you coming back to lay with me?" I hate questions like this, she knows I want to, but I can't, before I can finish my reply of "No baby I can't" she promptly interrupts me and says "I know. You've got plans that you can't tell me about, yet you came back in the house so obviously...you forgot something. Your ipod is on the table". Wow...she definitely knows me and my tendencies. "I got it thanks" is my only reply and before heading back down the steps and out into the I tell her "I love her", then write it on a note saying the same, stick it to her favorite coffee cup, and back out the door I go. Glancing at my watch, 8:25, still running late. Great!
In the car now and pulling out the driveway, my mental checklist of things I need to have has been checked twice and a third for good measure, we're good. 10 minutes later I pass the car wash, "ehh I got time" so I turn into the parking lot. 7 minutes later my car emerges from the wash, and while the attendees are taking care of the the wheels and the windows, I select a few new air fresheners and pay. At that point, the phone rings, "hello? Yea man I'm on the way, running a little behind but thats nothing new. ETA 35 minutes, we're still good," I get in my car and hangup. After re-adjusting the seat and selecting something from the recently downloaded Ipod playlist I'm out of the parking lot and en route.
15 minutes into the ride I realize that the 'last' pepsi I had, is still on the counter, so much for having everything. 5 minutes later my once calm, phone is now buzzing from the multiple texts I'm receiving from the Bball team. Apparently PVC's been talking some sh*t, we'll handle that when come Wednesday, I can't let that get to me today. Still I reply, "talk is cheap, lets see whats happens Wednesday" while allowing my knee to hold the course on the interstate. Last 8 miles and of course, traffic. Great. Text message sent "Traffic on 495, he there yet?". No, is the reply seconds later. Cool.
Pulling into the neighborhood at 945am I notice the movers have came and taken full control of the driveway. As I park, the now former landlord pulls up with his brother. Greetings are exchanged and now we're heading in the house, he appears to be holding the manila envelope as if its something of importance, good sign. In walking in the roommates are met, some conversation is had and a tour of the house ensues. 15 minutes later we're back down in the kitchen laughing about the last time a worker decided to pop in for some yard maintenance while the pups were out back. "So whats every ones plan now" he ask, 1 roommate explains how he is heading to LA for work, the other states that 'some things with the new house need to be taken care of' and I say "I'm working on something big, kinda nervous". Additional pleasantries are exchanged and the manila envelope is now opened revealing the coveted security deposit, in full. 'Congrats guys and thanks for being great tenants'. Hand shakes and high fives are passed around and outside we head. Checking the clock its now 10am. They're not open for another hour, "yall trying to get something to eat?".
IHOP is the agreed upon destination and a short car ride later, we're parking and walking in, "table for 5" My boy's fiance and another friend has now joined us. Before the waitress can offer us drinks we're all ordering exactly what we want. There's something of a "rushed" sense in the air. I think its just cause we're hungry. As the waitress leaves with the laundry list of ordered items, the conversation begins with "ok, man so are you excited?". 'Of course' I reply 'a few things to pick up and then the plan goes into action'. My phone buzzes, my sleeping beauty is up and 'meeting up with the girls,' "perfect" is my reply, both through text and verbally. My roommates fiance is now smiling bright, she explains her excitement for the upcoming activities of the day. Food arrives, we eat. I'm getting excited.
11:30am and we're walking out, full and giddy. We say our goodbyes to one, he needs to go pack his bags for Canada, and the remaining agree to pile into 1 car. In leaving the parking lot Bob calls, dude is funny as hell, we talk to him all the way to DC. 12pm and we're parking now. Looking at my watch, I estimate an occurrence that will delay me, so I text my beauty. "Hey baby, hope your having fun with the girls, I got a little delayed, gonna need to push the start of our night to 5. Does that work for you? xo -Me". I send the text but it doesn't go through, I wait until we clear the parking deck as we're now on foot. Minutes later comes your reply, "HI, we're having fun, that's fine, it has to be since you won't tell me what we're doing :p see you at 5. xo -me". At that point I send another text, this one however is to one of the girls my beauty is with. "Hey, I just pushed an hour, got delayed, going to call and add another hour to the package, take care of my girl, thanks again". The friends and I are now rounding the corner, pausing to peer in the window of the dealership, I say, "hold on, let me make this phone call", they go in. Minutes later I'm opening the store doors, the salesman smiling anxiously smiling, yet waiting patiently, while my friends meander about the showroom. 'We've been waiting on you sir' she says, "great, lets get down to it, before I chicken out". Everyone laughs. Its 12:15 and the reply from her friend chimes, "no problem, another hour is perfect, she's good, you do what you need to do, we got this". I return to what I was doing and 15 minutes of finalized documentation later, and I'm a new owner. Wheww....time for a cut.
BET Hip Hop Awards
[WTF! I wrote this the night of the Hip Hop Awards and it didn't post. Shit]
In my efforts to get my mind off some slightly more pressing shit. I decided to attend to 2011 B.E.T Hip Hop awards and blog in "real time". Unfortunately, since I'm still dealing with an ATM card issue, I was unable to book tickets for both the flight and the show. So...I caught it on TV. Its kinda like "real time", I didn't write and post as it went but I compiled and posted at the end. And after reviewing, revising and practically re-writting the whole damn thing (thanks to the Blogger app screwing up) looking at the body of work, its, well its a bit different. As you can tell from the first sentence, that the whole "content warning" advisory that pops up before reading my posts is sorta needed. The "flow" of this particular blog is a bit different than the rest. Just saying...
[Mom, if your reading, stop...you won't like the words I use...just saying, don't say I didn't warn you]
-2011 B.E.T Hip Hop Awards-
To jump off. the 2011 B.E.T Awards, we have a performance by Young Jeezy... F.A.M.E. Songs tight, go download it on Itunes. No problems with the show but damn Jeezy, the skinny jeans...really? Come on man, dont buy into the demograpgic, keep it hood. Just saying!
WELCOME BACK TI. Looking forward to the new album. You said it, "another 6 year spent and I aint't going back in"...we gon hold you to that. Tough outfit too, I see that time locked up didnt affect your fashion sense. Yall go get that Akoo clothing!
Blogging abt the Hip Hop awards is easy....1 commercial every other performance...looking forward to the Cypha's. I'm sure they'll be better than last years...question is...how much. Gonna try to keep a certain process while this goes, but we'll see, yall might be on your own.
Cypher 1, BOB murdered it!. Wasn't sure abt Tech 9, but he came thru. Kendrick Lamar is gonna be decent and who the hell is Machine Gun Kelly.? He signed to BadBoy? Ok Diddy, what are you doing here? Just saying.
"Taylor Gang performance by Wiz Khalifa. Hmm ok, Wiz' round house kick to start up the performance...hmm..well... thats Wiz! I guess thats why that shit looked funny as hell. Dude is skinnier than me. But! He bagged Amber Rose, so obviously he's doin something right. I'd be acting like Bruce Leroy around the house all damn day. I'm about to start rockin some khaki cut off shorts, long socks and Chucks too. 1 song tho Wiz, what the fuck? "TaylorGang" isn't even the best song on the Rolling Papers LP, in my opinion, its the weakest track. See you should've strutted Amber out there and hit that "Roll up" joint. Or even "Top Floor" or "Star of the show". Scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being better than 1, maybe a 2. Just saying...
Looking forward to the Cypha with Ludacris and Busta...after the commercial.
Cypher 2: Reek da villian, "blow so much loud i need a hearing aid for my lungz"...what?...bring on Luda and Busta or....2 Chainz, "street proved, hood tested"...decent flow, hard not to hurt this beat. But umm, bring on Luda and....oh shit its BUSTA....'yack yack yack, cause i'm mercilous on they slick ass'...'but shusshh lil homey, shut the f*** up' Get em Busta, cant wait to get the non editted version. 'Ringinglin Brothers!!!' HA SICK! Busta's delivery is absurd, he's been kill em for years! Since leaders of the new school! Uh oh here come Luda...slowing it down for em!! 'Call me mega cause I'm head of the decepticons'...'kill ya self if u aint a damn luda fan!!. Ludacris didnt do much on that but he still carried the end.
Best colabo award..hmmm i'ma say...Drake and them for "I'm on one"? Nope I was wrong. Breezy and Busta, thats 2 for "Look at me now"..interesting.
Mike Epps is trippin! So far Kevin Hart holds the crown for best Host. Just saying.
And now, the "I'ma a Boss" performance by MMG, but for those who don't know thats Wale, Meek Mill, and Rick Ross amongst others. Is that El Debarge?? Lol No really? Props to Wale, he's coming up. Heard a few new tracks, shits tight. Meek Mill kinda sounds like Ace Hood rght? [Side note, why in the hell has Tyrese been shown on camera like 7 times now. Weird part is, every time, he's wearing less? What the f*ck?] Rick Ross the Boss!!...uhhh, ok, we need someone to set a new fashion trend. Nothing skinny about them jeans Ricky. I know they probably cost more than my car but damn! What ever happened to wearing baggy jeans? [Tyrese citing number 8, next time he'll prolly be holding a coke bottle and singin the song] I'll give MMG a 4 on that performance.
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Cypher 3: Oh shit the Lady of Rage. she turned in the afro puffs for an afro! They should have an all female cypha Dr Brat, MC Lyte, Nicky Minaj, Lil Kim, and Foxxy!...what is that Blind Fury 106 and Parks Freestyle Friday Tourney winner? Dude can flow! His best weapon is his blindness, and he can go on ANY BEAT... 'I'm aj with the style so i go free' .WHAT!..'i'm on tv more than the biggie movie' LOL not so much but I get the point, get em Fury! YAGGA...Who the hell is Dom Kenndy? Yea I guess you are "doin it wit 'no label'"...nexttt. Oh Shit, Mad Skillz from Va, dont sleep, he always delivers. Or have you not heard the "years in review" he puts together at the end of every year. No? Man you need to follow what Khalid says and LISTENNN!
Mike Epps, changed clothes, tried a joke, and now..
Oh shit DMX and Swizz Beats, taking back to the Ruff Ryder days! Lol Can't hate though, I was listenin to some X just last week. That reminds me, I need to go download all the DMX cd's from itunes (RIP Steve Jobs). I base the quality of a performances on crowd participation...so far X is the one who has the whole crowd up. Every bodies heads bobbin. GET EM X!! Welcome home X. Now could u please, stay home. Lol Solid 5 on that one.
You mean to tell me with the 1st 2 weeks of BBall season cancelled, there is 1 damn NBA player in the building? I suppose thats a good thing, but please tell me what the hell is Amare Stoudamire doin? MTV played him with that Short ass microphone...Just sayin!
Peoples champ award!...Hmmm, lets follow the trend and go with Breezy, Busta, and Wezy, again.....damn, he got it again! Talk about a career rejuvinated. 1st 3 awards belong to his song. I guess he is sayin..."Look at me now"...bitches!...Just sayin!
Cypher 4...looks like the MMG family, Wale, ehh ok. Lets see what Pill got.......ok nothing much. Lets see what Meek...wait who is Steeliy? Rick Ross Jr? Meek mill, goes hard. Def #2 in MMG. Rick Ross got that group locked up tho. Altho Meek Mill did handle his
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Too Short, kinda looks like a skinnier, healthier "Mr. Brown". He should look into that, and go ahead and be in the next Madea movie. Right? Wow, ok he got real with it in mentioning Troy Davis. Wait, what are you doing Too Short? Oh, introducing Lupe? Makes sense. I guess.
I'm a fan of the Lupe LP. Like my man Corey(Dwigh Mitchell) say,"that shit go hard". Ok..."Words I never said", lets see what you got Lupe. Ahh, he went rockstar status with the mic and band. Nice touch for this song. Makin a statement with the foreign lady in the Burqa(?). Trying to keep up with the words on the screen and writing is getting PAC...I mean difficult. Lupe's rocking the stage, just not the crowd. Thats the shitty part about the Hip Hop awards, not everyone gets into everyone elses show. Plus the small venue, they should have fans in the front row like they use to. Oh shit! That was Erykah Badu! She always makin statements. 3 but Badu gets you .5. Total 3.5
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Cypher 5...Nitty Scott, she's cute. Kinda reminds me of 1 of the "twins"...she cute too. Lecrae, good delivery, watch out for this kid...Sorprano...ok what? Look I respect the foreign flow, but I'm no speed reader, I'm going to act like I don't have dvr and not rewind to read what he said. Say what! Is that Estelle....YO estelle got flow!!
(I'm interested see what everyone in facebook nation is saying about the awards....)
Lets see, just came back from commercial, just did the cypha, so now its a performance by Big Sean. Haven't heard "Do it" before but I didn't buy his whole cd. The bass is coming thru my tv. Nice to see Big Sean elected to rock the stage on the solo tip and without a lot of lights flashing around. Did he just mention Quagmire? "Giggidy"....wonder if he's gonna bring out Kanye for "Marvin Gaye and Chardon..." OHHHH..no! See I thought I was Kanye. Yea right. Unless thats Taylor Swift or JayZ, he aint gonna be up there if the money aint right. Lol. Ha thats funny, did yall hear the crowd get hype for a second, and then they realized...'oh thats not Kanye, thats Rosco Dash" lol. 4
Nelly makes a point, without 'I need love' there would be no 'How to love'...yall youngsters dont know abt that thoough! Does LL look like he been crying during the interview? Eyes all puffy and shit. Looking like a big Softy. LOL. Real talk though
Nelly makes a point, without 'I need love' there would be no 'How to love'...yall youngsters dont know abt that thoough! Why does LL look like he been crying during the interview? Eyes all puffy, looking like a big Softy, lol. Nah but for real, I'm abt to download the LL Cool J collection. "I'M BAD!!!!" Real talk though, the 1st 6 albums, definitely better than ya last 6. Just saying. You def deserve the 'I am hip hop' award. You def are hip hop!
Whoa, I see Rihanna went with a Lady Gaga inspired outfit....
Listen to LL dropping knowledge, but he's not fooling anyone, he know damn well he wrote that last week! Stop lyng...sayin he 'wrote that on the way over?" From where? Cali? Oh so you wrote it on the flight? Not in the limo. Who you kidding? Lol You just forgot the speech and had someone send it to your blackberry. lol Good shit though.
TIme for a COMMERCIAL...Did I hear something about a, "Shady 2.0 cypher"??? UH OHH. If Eminem spits, its over. Chris Breezy is in a cypher too, watch out, he actually can go a bit. Him and Trey Songz. But don hold me to that, lets see how this goes...bathroom break/beer run!
Cypher 6...Ace Hood, Chris Breezy, Tyga and K Mccall...let see.. Ace Hood can actually flow, someone please but him on a different beat and without DJ Khalid though....K Mac, got flow. 'Blew myslef up...a rap"...Tyga can barely open his eyes, but his flow was crazy!!!! Breezy, "va country grammer" get him Breezy!! You definitely held your own. VA STANDUP!
Best club banger award...I would say "6 foot 7" by Lil Wayne...lets see...damn Loriann Gibson has LEGS!!! Wow...Waka Flakka pulls in the "first award not belonging to Chris Brown"..also known as the 'club banger award' also known as the 'bring everyone and ya mama on stage to accept the award. Serioulsy, all of MMG, Rosco Dash and his entourage accepted 1 little ass trophy. And now I swear I just heard Rosco Dash just quote 50's P.I.M.P quote about "slow progress is a slow process?...maybe not, he was talkin fast.
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Cypher 6...Shady 2.0.different beat, SICK!..yela wolf, slaughterhouse and eminem...Yela wolf got flow. [Shouts to CGU for sayin he had flow]....Joe Budden of Slaughterhouse, good delivery . "I took the whine outta amy house!"...Crooked I...destroyed the beat! Joell Ortiz...delivered the funniest line of the night..."Booty Clap" lol. Royca da 59 just killed Rihanna. Whoaaaaaaaaaa!!! " Eminem is funny as shit!!! Dude put the mic down and everything. [RIP to PROOF] No one can fuck with Em! Sorry for the cursing, but damn!!!! THATS THE BEST CYPHER ALL NIGHT!!!!!!
Mike Epps with another outfit, another corny joke and now...Heavy D?
That right the overweight lover in the house, although overweight lover ain't soo big no more. But no lie, I fuck with Heavy D's new music. Kinda like reggae (shut up Sleepy) but the lyrical content is tight. I wonder if he's gonna do the "diddly diddly diddly diddly D" thing...I'm abt to download his old stuff too. UHH! There it is..."didddldylddlyldldddldiiddly deee" lol...wait a minute, what the fu*k...Tyrese...again? What else is this dude promoting. They about to announce a tour or something?
Can't wait to see whats next....wait, what? Its over? What the fuck? 7 awards and Chris Brown won 3 of them? 1 went to LL. 1 to Wakka Flakka. No wait, thats 5 awards! To quote Mr. Mike Wise... "Are u serious?" All in all. It was a decent show, most awards ceremonies give out more than 5 awards. Hands down, the cyphers's were insane. The entire Shady 2.0 cypher was the best, then Breezy, Skillz, Ross, Luda, Busta, Meek Mill, Tyga, Estelle, Blind Fury, Nitty Scott, and then the rest of them. Best performance definitely goes to DMX. I know the younger demographic was wondering "who the f*ck is Heavy D?" But those old enough to know were most likely moving in there seats and claiming "I can do the 'Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly dee' thing"
Ahh well, that was fun.
Time for Sons of Anarchy....
In my efforts to get my mind off some slightly more pressing shit. I decided to attend to 2011 B.E.T Hip Hop awards and blog in "real time". Unfortunately, since I'm still dealing with an ATM card issue, I was unable to book tickets for both the flight and the show. So...I caught it on TV. Its kinda like "real time", I didn't write and post as it went but I compiled and posted at the end. And after reviewing, revising and practically re-writting the whole damn thing (thanks to the Blogger app screwing up) looking at the body of work, its, well its a bit different. As you can tell from the first sentence, that the whole "content warning" advisory that pops up before reading my posts is sorta needed. The "flow" of this particular blog is a bit different than the rest. Just saying...
[Mom, if your reading, stop...you won't like the words I use...just saying, don't say I didn't warn you]
-2011 B.E.T Hip Hop Awards-
To jump off. the 2011 B.E.T Awards, we have a performance by Young Jeezy... F.A.M.E. Songs tight, go download it on Itunes. No problems with the show but damn Jeezy, the skinny jeans...really? Come on man, dont buy into the demograpgic, keep it hood. Just saying!
WELCOME BACK TI. Looking forward to the new album. You said it, "another 6 year spent and I aint't going back in"...we gon hold you to that. Tough outfit too, I see that time locked up didnt affect your fashion sense. Yall go get that Akoo clothing!
Blogging abt the Hip Hop awards is easy....1 commercial every other performance...looking forward to the Cypha's. I'm sure they'll be better than last years...question is...how much. Gonna try to keep a certain process while this goes, but we'll see, yall might be on your own.
Cypher 1, BOB murdered it!. Wasn't sure abt Tech 9, but he came thru. Kendrick Lamar is gonna be decent and who the hell is Machine Gun Kelly.? He signed to BadBoy? Ok Diddy, what are you doing here? Just saying.
"Taylor Gang performance by Wiz Khalifa. Hmm ok, Wiz' round house kick to start up the performance...hmm..well... thats Wiz! I guess thats why that shit looked funny as hell. Dude is skinnier than me. But! He bagged Amber Rose, so obviously he's doin something right. I'd be acting like Bruce Leroy around the house all damn day. I'm about to start rockin some khaki cut off shorts, long socks and Chucks too. 1 song tho Wiz, what the fuck? "TaylorGang" isn't even the best song on the Rolling Papers LP, in my opinion, its the weakest track. See you should've strutted Amber out there and hit that "Roll up" joint. Or even "Top Floor" or "Star of the show". Scale of 1 to 5, with 5 being better than 1, maybe a 2. Just saying...
Looking forward to the Cypha with Ludacris and Busta...after the commercial.
Cypher 2: Reek da villian, "blow so much loud i need a hearing aid for my lungz"...what?...bring on Luda and Busta or....2 Chainz, "street proved, hood tested"...decent flow, hard not to hurt this beat. But umm, bring on Luda and....oh shit its BUSTA....'yack yack yack, cause i'm mercilous on they slick ass'...'but shusshh lil homey, shut the f*** up' Get em Busta, cant wait to get the non editted version. 'Ringinglin Brothers!!!' HA SICK! Busta's delivery is absurd, he's been kill em for years! Since leaders of the new school! Uh oh here come Luda...slowing it down for em!! 'Call me mega cause I'm head of the decepticons'...'kill ya self if u aint a damn luda fan!!. Ludacris didnt do much on that but he still carried the end.
Best colabo award..hmmm i'ma say...Drake and them for "I'm on one"? Nope I was wrong. Breezy and Busta, thats 2 for "Look at me now"..interesting.
Mike Epps is trippin! So far Kevin Hart holds the crown for best Host. Just saying.
And now, the "I'ma a Boss" performance by MMG, but for those who don't know thats Wale, Meek Mill, and Rick Ross amongst others. Is that El Debarge?? Lol No really? Props to Wale, he's coming up. Heard a few new tracks, shits tight. Meek Mill kinda sounds like Ace Hood rght? [Side note, why in the hell has Tyrese been shown on camera like 7 times now. Weird part is, every time, he's wearing less? What the f*ck?] Rick Ross the Boss!!...uhhh, ok, we need someone to set a new fashion trend. Nothing skinny about them jeans Ricky. I know they probably cost more than my car but damn! What ever happened to wearing baggy jeans? [Tyrese citing number 8, next time he'll prolly be holding a coke bottle and singin the song] I'll give MMG a 4 on that performance.
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Cypher 3: Oh shit the Lady of Rage. she turned in the afro puffs for an afro! They should have an all female cypha Dr Brat, MC Lyte, Nicky Minaj, Lil Kim, and Foxxy!...what is that Blind Fury 106 and Parks Freestyle Friday Tourney winner? Dude can flow! His best weapon is his blindness, and he can go on ANY BEAT... 'I'm aj with the style so i go free' .WHAT!..'i'm on tv more than the biggie movie' LOL not so much but I get the point, get em Fury! YAGGA...Who the hell is Dom Kenndy? Yea I guess you are "doin it wit 'no label'"...nexttt. Oh Shit, Mad Skillz from Va, dont sleep, he always delivers. Or have you not heard the "years in review" he puts together at the end of every year. No? Man you need to follow what Khalid says and LISTENNN!
Mike Epps, changed clothes, tried a joke, and now..
Oh shit DMX and Swizz Beats, taking back to the Ruff Ryder days! Lol Can't hate though, I was listenin to some X just last week. That reminds me, I need to go download all the DMX cd's from itunes (RIP Steve Jobs). I base the quality of a performances on crowd participation...so far X is the one who has the whole crowd up. Every bodies heads bobbin. GET EM X!! Welcome home X. Now could u please, stay home. Lol Solid 5 on that one.
You mean to tell me with the 1st 2 weeks of BBall season cancelled, there is 1 damn NBA player in the building? I suppose thats a good thing, but please tell me what the hell is Amare Stoudamire doin? MTV played him with that Short ass microphone...Just sayin!
Peoples champ award!...Hmmm, lets follow the trend and go with Breezy, Busta, and Wezy, again.....damn, he got it again! Talk about a career rejuvinated. 1st 3 awards belong to his song. I guess he is sayin..."Look at me now"...bitches!...Just sayin!
Cypher 4...looks like the MMG family, Wale, ehh ok. Lets see what Pill got.......ok nothing much. Lets see what Meek...wait who is Steeliy? Rick Ross Jr? Meek mill, goes hard. Def #2 in MMG. Rick Ross got that group locked up tho. Altho Meek Mill did handle his
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Too Short, kinda looks like a skinnier, healthier "Mr. Brown". He should look into that, and go ahead and be in the next Madea movie. Right? Wow, ok he got real with it in mentioning Troy Davis. Wait, what are you doing Too Short? Oh, introducing Lupe? Makes sense. I guess.
I'm a fan of the Lupe LP. Like my man Corey(Dwigh Mitchell) say,"that shit go hard". Ok..."Words I never said", lets see what you got Lupe. Ahh, he went rockstar status with the mic and band. Nice touch for this song. Makin a statement with the foreign lady in the Burqa(?). Trying to keep up with the words on the screen and writing is getting PAC...I mean difficult. Lupe's rocking the stage, just not the crowd. Thats the shitty part about the Hip Hop awards, not everyone gets into everyone elses show. Plus the small venue, they should have fans in the front row like they use to. Oh shit! That was Erykah Badu! She always makin statements. 3 but Badu gets you .5. Total 3.5
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Cypher 5...Nitty Scott, she's cute. Kinda reminds me of 1 of the "twins"...she cute too. Lecrae, good delivery, watch out for this kid...Sorprano...ok what? Look I respect the foreign flow, but I'm no speed reader, I'm going to act like I don't have dvr and not rewind to read what he said. Say what! Is that Estelle....YO estelle got flow!!
(I'm interested see what everyone in facebook nation is saying about the awards....)
Lets see, just came back from commercial, just did the cypha, so now its a performance by Big Sean. Haven't heard "Do it" before but I didn't buy his whole cd. The bass is coming thru my tv. Nice to see Big Sean elected to rock the stage on the solo tip and without a lot of lights flashing around. Did he just mention Quagmire? "Giggidy"....wonder if he's gonna bring out Kanye for "Marvin Gaye and Chardon..." OHHHH..no! See I thought I was Kanye. Yea right. Unless thats Taylor Swift or JayZ, he aint gonna be up there if the money aint right. Lol. Ha thats funny, did yall hear the crowd get hype for a second, and then they realized...'oh thats not Kanye, thats Rosco Dash" lol. 4
Nelly makes a point, without 'I need love' there would be no 'How to love'...yall youngsters dont know abt that thoough! Does LL look like he been crying during the interview? Eyes all puffy and shit. Looking like a big Softy. LOL. Real talk though
Nelly makes a point, without 'I need love' there would be no 'How to love'...yall youngsters dont know abt that thoough! Why does LL look like he been crying during the interview? Eyes all puffy, looking like a big Softy, lol. Nah but for real, I'm abt to download the LL Cool J collection. "I'M BAD!!!!" Real talk though, the 1st 6 albums, definitely better than ya last 6. Just saying. You def deserve the 'I am hip hop' award. You def are hip hop!
Whoa, I see Rihanna went with a Lady Gaga inspired outfit....
Listen to LL dropping knowledge, but he's not fooling anyone, he know damn well he wrote that last week! Stop lyng...sayin he 'wrote that on the way over?" From where? Cali? Oh so you wrote it on the flight? Not in the limo. Who you kidding? Lol You just forgot the speech and had someone send it to your blackberry. lol Good shit though.
TIme for a COMMERCIAL...Did I hear something about a, "Shady 2.0 cypher"??? UH OHH. If Eminem spits, its over. Chris Breezy is in a cypher too, watch out, he actually can go a bit. Him and Trey Songz. But don hold me to that, lets see how this goes...bathroom break/beer run!
Cypher 6...Ace Hood, Chris Breezy, Tyga and K Mccall...let see.. Ace Hood can actually flow, someone please but him on a different beat and without DJ Khalid though....K Mac, got flow. 'Blew myslef up...a rap"...Tyga can barely open his eyes, but his flow was crazy!!!! Breezy, "va country grammer" get him Breezy!! You definitely held your own. VA STANDUP!
Best club banger award...I would say "6 foot 7" by Lil Wayne...lets see...damn Loriann Gibson has LEGS!!! Wow...Waka Flakka pulls in the "first award not belonging to Chris Brown"..also known as the 'club banger award' also known as the 'bring everyone and ya mama on stage to accept the award. Serioulsy, all of MMG, Rosco Dash and his entourage accepted 1 little ass trophy. And now I swear I just heard Rosco Dash just quote 50's P.I.M.P quote about "slow progress is a slow process?...maybe not, he was talkin fast.
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Cypher 6...Shady 2.0.different beat, SICK!..yela wolf, slaughterhouse and eminem...Yela wolf got flow. [Shouts to CGU for sayin he had flow]....Joe Budden of Slaughterhouse, good delivery . "I took the whine outta amy house!"...Crooked I...destroyed the beat! Joell Ortiz...delivered the funniest line of the night..."Booty Clap" lol. Royca da 59 just killed Rihanna. Whoaaaaaaaaaa!!! " Eminem is funny as shit!!! Dude put the mic down and everything. [RIP to PROOF] No one can fuck with Em! Sorry for the cursing, but damn!!!! THATS THE BEST CYPHER ALL NIGHT!!!!!!
Mike Epps with another outfit, another corny joke and now...Heavy D?
That right the overweight lover in the house, although overweight lover ain't soo big no more. But no lie, I fuck with Heavy D's new music. Kinda like reggae (shut up Sleepy) but the lyrical content is tight. I wonder if he's gonna do the "diddly diddly diddly diddly D" thing...I'm abt to download his old stuff too. UHH! There it is..."didddldylddlyldldddldiiddly deee" lol...wait a minute, what the fu*k...Tyrese...again? What else is this dude promoting. They about to announce a tour or something?
Can't wait to see whats next....wait, what? Its over? What the fuck? 7 awards and Chris Brown won 3 of them? 1 went to LL. 1 to Wakka Flakka. No wait, thats 5 awards! To quote Mr. Mike Wise... "Are u serious?" All in all. It was a decent show, most awards ceremonies give out more than 5 awards. Hands down, the cyphers's were insane. The entire Shady 2.0 cypher was the best, then Breezy, Skillz, Ross, Luda, Busta, Meek Mill, Tyga, Estelle, Blind Fury, Nitty Scott, and then the rest of them. Best performance definitely goes to DMX. I know the younger demographic was wondering "who the f*ck is Heavy D?" But those old enough to know were most likely moving in there seats and claiming "I can do the 'Diddly diddly diddly diddly diddly dee' thing"
Ahh well, that was fun.
Time for Sons of Anarchy....
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Chapter 2: The 'Station'
-The 'Station'-
Home already and its like I never left. No seriously I'm back home from our windy city road trip. Albeit brief, it was well worth it. For as much time I had on my hands I'm not surprised at the amount of posts that I managed to provide. After I started driving time was limited, and well, its a bit dangerous to blog and drive. Plus there was a hiccup with the amount of phone chargers (3) vs. the amount of phones (4+) while in the car. I'll stick with what I said though and keep the scheme in regards to the Windy City Road Trip.
Driving over the skyway and through the city lights of the Chi was a pretty exhilirating feeling. Byrd took some pics but the combined light from the flash against the windows show more dead flies then cityscapes and bright lights. [Go figure]. Once we finally got to the 'Rock' I was bouncing around like I was kid waiting on the "ok" from Mom/Dad to go into the living room and see the toys Santa brought. [There were some christmas's where mom would enact this "rule" so she could get some sleep. Prolly had something to do with the 4am 'wake up call' of "MOM SANTA CAME" from the year before] . We checked in, kicked it for a minute, met up with some family and before you know it were back out in the streets. The first stop...The 'Station.'
The 'Station' isn't the full name, but if you ever lived in the 'Rock' or the neighboring counties, you know where I'm talking about. Now, the 'Station', is definitely not what it use to be. The last time I was in there, I was following my grandmother around while she worked, or eating pickles at the bar (while my grandmother worked). Ok now before you go thinking on your own, the 'Station', was the bar my grandmother worked at longggg before I was born. She was one of the best bartenders in the 'Rock' and everyone knew her, so therefore in turn...everyone knew about me and my cousins (she loved talking about us). But like I said, its not what it use to be. Back when we were kids, and we went (of course we were only allowed with her), it had white marquis lights all around the building with the full logo lit up in pink and blue lights [I think they were pink and blue, maybe orange and red? Hmm..thats a question for Mom]. To look at it when it was at its best, you'd think it belonged in Vegas somewhere. The upstairs was the office area and seating and the bar and more tables was downstairs. When grandma wasn't working, she was still there hanging out and keeping and eye on things. She had her own seat and was a Cubs (and Bears) fanatic! Loved Ryne Sandberg and Mark Grace!
There was no question I was going to go and check it out when I returned back to the 'Rock,' whenever that was. Boy was I suprised to learn that the 'Station' had evolved from the bar where everyone knows your name, to the bar where everyones throwing ones. Thats right, the 'Station' is a strip club now. Well, not exactly a strip club per say, the 'Rock' does have its stipulations, so it was more exotic dancing in skimpy lingerie rather than exotic dancing and taking it off. But yea, it shocked the shit out of me but by no means did it stop us from checking it out, lol. Place looked alot different, but I guess poles, neon lights, "VIP lounges", females in 8-10 inch heels, and a rapsy voiced DJ introducing "Candy" on stage 1, "Cinnamon" on stage 2, and "Cupcake" on stage 3 will do that to you.
Of course it didn't take long to make friends (thats how they get their tips, by being friendly) and since "you can tell from the way I walk, I ain't from around here" [<--"Life" quote] it wasn't long before walking in that indeed we had some new friends.Of course there were some ladies in it for the money, but there were actually a few who were there to talk first work second. So.. talk we did. We talked to the girls working the poles, we talked to the girls working the bar, we even talked to the bouncers and by the end of the night, they were buying us drinks. In fact, thanks to those who purchased us drinks, felt good to be welcomed back. Always friendly folk in the 'Rock'.
I still can't believe they turned my grandma's former place of employment into something resemebling a strip club though. I'm not sure how'd she feel about it. Part of me thinks she'd be against it, but then again, my grandma was no dummy. She knew things would eventually change with the times. And as long as none of her grand babies were working in there. I'm not exactly sure if she'd care too much. I mean afterall, its not like they were in their stripping. She'd prolly just laugh to tell you the truth. Hmm...I guess I'll always wonder.
Now, for those that think anything ill of our lil trip to the 'Station'. Don't go jumping off the boat before checking the waters for sharks. We threw a couple ones, had a couple drinks, and partook in some conversation. No harm, no foul. The 'Station' was like home then, and every now and then, you gotta check in on home.
Home already and its like I never left. No seriously I'm back home from our windy city road trip. Albeit brief, it was well worth it. For as much time I had on my hands I'm not surprised at the amount of posts that I managed to provide. After I started driving time was limited, and well, its a bit dangerous to blog and drive. Plus there was a hiccup with the amount of phone chargers (3) vs. the amount of phones (4+) while in the car. I'll stick with what I said though and keep the scheme in regards to the Windy City Road Trip.
Driving over the skyway and through the city lights of the Chi was a pretty exhilirating feeling. Byrd took some pics but the combined light from the flash against the windows show more dead flies then cityscapes and bright lights. [Go figure]. Once we finally got to the 'Rock' I was bouncing around like I was kid waiting on the "ok" from Mom/Dad to go into the living room and see the toys Santa brought. [There were some christmas's where mom would enact this "rule" so she could get some sleep. Prolly had something to do with the 4am 'wake up call' of "MOM SANTA CAME" from the year before] . We checked in, kicked it for a minute, met up with some family and before you know it were back out in the streets. The first stop...The 'Station.'
The 'Station' isn't the full name, but if you ever lived in the 'Rock' or the neighboring counties, you know where I'm talking about. Now, the 'Station', is definitely not what it use to be. The last time I was in there, I was following my grandmother around while she worked, or eating pickles at the bar (while my grandmother worked). Ok now before you go thinking on your own, the 'Station', was the bar my grandmother worked at longggg before I was born. She was one of the best bartenders in the 'Rock' and everyone knew her, so therefore in turn...everyone knew about me and my cousins (she loved talking about us). But like I said, its not what it use to be. Back when we were kids, and we went (of course we were only allowed with her), it had white marquis lights all around the building with the full logo lit up in pink and blue lights [I think they were pink and blue, maybe orange and red? Hmm..thats a question for Mom]. To look at it when it was at its best, you'd think it belonged in Vegas somewhere. The upstairs was the office area and seating and the bar and more tables was downstairs. When grandma wasn't working, she was still there hanging out and keeping and eye on things. She had her own seat and was a Cubs (and Bears) fanatic! Loved Ryne Sandberg and Mark Grace!
There was no question I was going to go and check it out when I returned back to the 'Rock,' whenever that was. Boy was I suprised to learn that the 'Station' had evolved from the bar where everyone knows your name, to the bar where everyones throwing ones. Thats right, the 'Station' is a strip club now. Well, not exactly a strip club per say, the 'Rock' does have its stipulations, so it was more exotic dancing in skimpy lingerie rather than exotic dancing and taking it off. But yea, it shocked the shit out of me but by no means did it stop us from checking it out, lol. Place looked alot different, but I guess poles, neon lights, "VIP lounges", females in 8-10 inch heels, and a rapsy voiced DJ introducing "Candy" on stage 1, "Cinnamon" on stage 2, and "Cupcake" on stage 3 will do that to you.
Of course it didn't take long to make friends (thats how they get their tips, by being friendly) and since "you can tell from the way I walk, I ain't from around here" [<--"Life" quote] it wasn't long before walking in that indeed we had some new friends.Of course there were some ladies in it for the money, but there were actually a few who were there to talk first work second. So.. talk we did. We talked to the girls working the poles, we talked to the girls working the bar, we even talked to the bouncers and by the end of the night, they were buying us drinks. In fact, thanks to those who purchased us drinks, felt good to be welcomed back. Always friendly folk in the 'Rock'.
I still can't believe they turned my grandma's former place of employment into something resemebling a strip club though. I'm not sure how'd she feel about it. Part of me thinks she'd be against it, but then again, my grandma was no dummy. She knew things would eventually change with the times. And as long as none of her grand babies were working in there. I'm not exactly sure if she'd care too much. I mean afterall, its not like they were in their stripping. She'd prolly just laugh to tell you the truth. Hmm...I guess I'll always wonder.
Now, for those that think anything ill of our lil trip to the 'Station'. Don't go jumping off the boat before checking the waters for sharks. We threw a couple ones, had a couple drinks, and partook in some conversation. No harm, no foul. The 'Station' was like home then, and every now and then, you gotta check in on home.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Chapter 1: The schedule WE keep
-The schedule WE keep-
Before I begin I'd like to preface this by saying. We are 1 funny family. Wrote a song about it, like to hear it, here it go.
(Ok so its more of a story that your gonna read. But you knew where I was goin with that. Right? Hopefully lol)
In case you havent been paying attention in the last uptine years. There is an actual difference in timing based on race, altho we're all succeptible to it. Now its not a actual timezone based on region, you can't set the clock hanging on the wall to it, or check reminder check box on you PC to "notify me when the clock changes". I have no idea where it orignated. Some would contend to say "here" others would say "there". Me, I dont know I'm not the descriminatory type. Regardless...at times we can easily drift into it . Its called 'CP Time' or "CPT" for short. Here I'll attempt to explain the CPT concept by example.
So yea the original "Plan", (we'll call it "Plan A") that was 'cleaverly' conspired by Byrd, tU.D, and myself was to fly.... Yea annnd we're driving.
So "Plan B" was to roll out at like midnight last night. Byrd didnt leave her spot til late *Ding* and thus the departure time changed to eh, 4am. So I'm thinking "Ok so cool leave at 4am, 14 hr ride, split in 3 shifts. 5, 5, 4 with me and tU.D taking the 5hr shifts, boom be there by mmm, 6pm". And then I remembered the timzone change so its "a 13 hr ride, split by 3, 4.5, 4.5, 4 boom be there by 7pm." Byrd walked in the door at 4am while *Ding* I, was already on the couch, passed out. *Ding* Somehow I call tU.D at 530a and hang up on him. I didnt remember doing this until later, so clearly I did this in my sleep. *Ding* 3 text messages then hit my phone from from tU.D between 6 and 7am *Ding*. No, he did not call Byrd *Ding* who was also, sleep by now. Lol. *Ding*. At 730 I finally heard the call [i was sleeping good] to which tU.D acted like he was ready to go and said he was on the way. So Byrd and I get up and we're ready by 745.....at 845 tU.D walks in *Ding Ding Ding*. And we have to go by his crib! *Ding Ding* We finally got on the highway at 930am and should arrive by 9pm Central Standard Time.
So yea our schedule took roughly a 5 hour "CPT" hit. The *dings* are the contributing factors to how we we took a "cleverly" planned schedule and followed it to a T...eh, U?... or a V?..ok definitely a Y. But at least we're on the road. LOL
And now...the alphabet game using foods...ready go "A...hmm...Aregano" LMAO 'Byrd did he really just say that?'.
I love my family, we may run on CP time, but they're always on time when I need them.
More to come...
A Windy City Road Trip
(The Prologue)
Ok so anyone who has travelled knows that its better to have relatively planned, than to not have planned at all. At this point, I think members of my family didnt get the memo. Oh sure leading up to the trip, things were planned, well organized and we even had a walk through. But as far as following through....nope. Not even close. Gotta love family. Lol.
I'm changing the scheme up again but dont get used to it. This is strictly in honor of my return to Chi-town and the hilariousness [is that a word?] that will ensue, and with any luck the 'drama' that won't. But then again this is a family outing in which more family will be visited so you never know. That, on top of a wedding with an open bar...hmmm...yea, I suppose its only a matter of time. Lol. But hey, it wouldn't be a family outing without some drama. So until then, its gonna be mostly comedy.
I'm going to write and post frequently, but the frequency of my frequent posting has yet to be determined [Yall like that huh? Lol]. Also since I am posting from my phone the page presentation prolly wont be as neat. I'll fix it later. I dont have time for that now and I also want to conserve battery (eventho I have 2 and my chargers.) Plus its just "rude to be on the phone all the time" [thanks Mom]. Lol
With any luck, and if i'm awake. Pics will be posted as we go. I'm extremely excited about this trip. Its been a long time (15+ years) since I've been home so I plan on taking advantage of the few days I'll be there. I'd like to apologize now to those I dont get to see, but you know how it is, can't squeeze everyone in, there's only so much of me that can go around. Lol. I'm kidding of course. But real talk, I apologize [I seem to be doing alot of that lately...different story].
I've already got funny stories but this prologue is taking longer than expected. Plus I had to check on the difference between a 'preface,' a 'prologue,' and a 'preamble'. [One of these is nothing like the others, I later found out, thanks Byrd lol] Not to mention I'm something like a big deal (lol) [Clipse reference-shout to VA] so I have emails from the Neurotic 1 (also known as "N1" she's gonna love I shouted her out.lol) to answer about upcoming events (we're booming right now) as well as the various text messages from the hooligans [ie my friends] checking on ya boy. Which is also known as "killing time at work", lol, yall aint slick get back to work...or dont, I dont care. Lol
I doubt the next couple days of posts will be this defined and long, but then again I didnt think this would take long and here it is at 11:50a, and I started at 10:30a. Which was only 1 hour into the trip that was planned to start at...4am. Lol. Told ya, lack of follow through lol [thats something else that seems to be a constant lately as well]. More on that later.
Lastly the acknowledgements to those who helped in this and future 'Windy Cindy Road Trip' post. Hmm, well there are going to be way too many to mention but please believe if I do, the names will be changed in the interest of privacy. My hooligans will probably be able to decipher the codes though, most of them anyway. Lol For now, Byrd, the Ugly Dude (aka "tUD") and I are on the move. Enjoy and remember, these are my words, not yours and I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.
PS-those interested in 'Part 2 (of 3)' its coming real soon.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Part 1 (of 3)
I opened my eyes and reached for the phone just as one of the quarters was falling off the bedside table. I was quite comfortable and in one of those well deserved "yesterday was exhausting and frustrating but I came home to the person laying next to me and everything just made sense" kind of sleeps. Ya know, the sleep thats so good you acutally feel rested in the morning mostly because of the warmth supplied by the naked person beside you? Yea, thats the type of sleep I was getting. Complete with my naked sleeping beauty beside me.
The vibrations from the phone had caused the stack of quarters on the table, to topple. By the time I reached the phone and silenced the vibrating alarm roughly a dollar seventy five in change had fallen to the floor. It was 7:15am, I had already pressed 'snooze' twice.
The room was still dark thanks to the drawn curtains but the sunlight was starting to peak through the open seams. I rolled over, sat up, carefully got out of bed, then walked towards the bathroom while stretching in the process. Quietly closing the door and without turning on the light, I relieved myself. Kinda funny how long you can pee in the mornings. lol. After the shake, came the flush, and since I slept naked, there was nothing else left to do but turn on the light and hop in the shower. I splashed some water on my face, washed up, rinsed off and got out. I then brushed my teeth, put on some deordorant, lotioned up, and clipped my fingernails. In leaving the bathroom I turned off the light before opening the door, quietly. The wall clock showed 7:35am. Back on schedule.
As I steped out of the bathroom I noticed that the slim figure in the bed has shifted and is now taking up more than half the bed. The sheets hide all of her body except a portion of her knee cap and her ankle with the tattoo. I move quickly into the closet to figure out exactly what I want to wear...hmm...as I pull garments from the various shelves I think to myself...'lets see, the brand new black jeans I "never wear" , the thermal with 'Love' scripted in blotted ink across the front, and the black/red/white lowtop jordans plus my black/gray knit hat, and...its supposed to be cold today so the official thick collar P coat {thats what I call it}'....'hmm, yea I'll go with this later, she likes it when I wear that shirt. For now though, the nike sweats, white socks, long sleeve under armor shirt, SU basketball shirt, blue yankee hat, the all white zip up hoody and the new pair of blue and white Kobe's [yea I actually found a pair in my size wthout ordering them offline]. I set the "evening outfit" on the shelf and got dressed. As I stepped out the closet I notice that once again, the figure in the bed has shifted, nothing is exposed now, all parts under the cover. I hear a murmur coming from the head region but its muffled and doesn't make sense, she's talkin in her sleep again.
Curiosity is getting the best of me, so as I put on my watch [displaying 750am] and phone clip, I lean in a bit and try to hear what she's saying, but it still muffled. I return to my side of the bed to retrieve my phone from the charger on the bed table and to clean up the the fallen change.
In picking up the last quarter [it actually did total $1.75], once again she shifts in the bed, this time a full roll so now she is facing her side of the bed as opposed to the middle. Again, she says something which this time I hear... 'damnit Mike, stop running it and throw'. I start laughing but catch myself before it wakes her. I think she's reliving last weeks football game, I'll ask her about it later. Back to the bathroom I go to dispose of some trash and for 1 last check in the mirror. Definitely getting a shape up today, big plans for this weekend.
Off goes the light and I'm back in the bedroom heading towards the french doors, but before leaving I stop, and instead make my way back towards the bed side where my sleeping beauty is. Surprisingly, she is still mumbling to herself from under the pillows and sheets. Knowing that sitting on the bed will definitely wake her, I kneel by her side and lean towards her head. Before getting any closer she speaks again, 'baby we scored a touch goal'...hmm? I paused again, trying to contain my laughter and whisper 'you mean down, a touchdown'...'silly girl'. Checking my watch I see its 757, time to go, I lean in and kiss her forehead. This triggers an immediate reaction of my sleeping beauty throwing her arms around me and attempting to pull me back into bed as if it was a well set trap. My body telling me to stay, but my mind telling me to go, I allow myself to fall into the bed. After a minute I whisper "you know I can lay in bed with you all day"...'then come back to bed' is her reply without opening an eye or making anouther move. I pause and say "We talked about this last night, I've got some errands to run, while you and the girls go do your girl things, I'll be back at 4". A few seconds go by as if she has fallen back asleep, I say "ok?" and she replies 'ok, but where are we going?', again without any other movement. I wait and before replying I kiss her on the forhead and say "its a secret, now go back to sleep". Before she replies I roll out of the bed while replacing my "place" with the full sized life like teddy bear that was purchased for situations like this (as well as for also keeping an eye my sleeping beauty). She's curls up to the bear (effectively named 'Rudy') and pulls it close, seconds go by without a word, oh yea she's back asleep. I leave the room.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and immediately cross the dinning room and into the kitchen. 1 filter and 2 scoops into the coffee maker, the timer set for 8:45 am, pepsi out the fridge, double check to make sure the alarm is set, actually set the alarm this time and I'm heading out the door. Only took 10 minutes, (I'm getting better at this). Its 8:15, running a little late.
The vibrations from the phone had caused the stack of quarters on the table, to topple. By the time I reached the phone and silenced the vibrating alarm roughly a dollar seventy five in change had fallen to the floor. It was 7:15am, I had already pressed 'snooze' twice.
The room was still dark thanks to the drawn curtains but the sunlight was starting to peak through the open seams. I rolled over, sat up, carefully got out of bed, then walked towards the bathroom while stretching in the process. Quietly closing the door and without turning on the light, I relieved myself. Kinda funny how long you can pee in the mornings. lol. After the shake, came the flush, and since I slept naked, there was nothing else left to do but turn on the light and hop in the shower. I splashed some water on my face, washed up, rinsed off and got out. I then brushed my teeth, put on some deordorant, lotioned up, and clipped my fingernails. In leaving the bathroom I turned off the light before opening the door, quietly. The wall clock showed 7:35am. Back on schedule.
As I steped out of the bathroom I noticed that the slim figure in the bed has shifted and is now taking up more than half the bed. The sheets hide all of her body except a portion of her knee cap and her ankle with the tattoo. I move quickly into the closet to figure out exactly what I want to wear...hmm...as I pull garments from the various shelves I think to myself...'lets see, the brand new black jeans I "never wear" , the thermal with 'Love' scripted in blotted ink across the front, and the black/red/white lowtop jordans plus my black/gray knit hat, and...its supposed to be cold today so the official thick collar P coat {thats what I call it}'....'hmm, yea I'll go with this later, she likes it when I wear that shirt. For now though, the nike sweats, white socks, long sleeve under armor shirt, SU basketball shirt, blue yankee hat, the all white zip up hoody and the new pair of blue and white Kobe's [yea I actually found a pair in my size wthout ordering them offline]. I set the "evening outfit" on the shelf and got dressed. As I stepped out the closet I notice that once again, the figure in the bed has shifted, nothing is exposed now, all parts under the cover. I hear a murmur coming from the head region but its muffled and doesn't make sense, she's talkin in her sleep again.
Curiosity is getting the best of me, so as I put on my watch [displaying 750am] and phone clip, I lean in a bit and try to hear what she's saying, but it still muffled. I return to my side of the bed to retrieve my phone from the charger on the bed table and to clean up the the fallen change.
In picking up the last quarter [it actually did total $1.75], once again she shifts in the bed, this time a full roll so now she is facing her side of the bed as opposed to the middle. Again, she says something which this time I hear... 'damnit Mike, stop running it and throw'. I start laughing but catch myself before it wakes her. I think she's reliving last weeks football game, I'll ask her about it later. Back to the bathroom I go to dispose of some trash and for 1 last check in the mirror. Definitely getting a shape up today, big plans for this weekend.
Off goes the light and I'm back in the bedroom heading towards the french doors, but before leaving I stop, and instead make my way back towards the bed side where my sleeping beauty is. Surprisingly, she is still mumbling to herself from under the pillows and sheets. Knowing that sitting on the bed will definitely wake her, I kneel by her side and lean towards her head. Before getting any closer she speaks again, 'baby we scored a touch goal'...hmm? I paused again, trying to contain my laughter and whisper 'you mean down, a touchdown'...'silly girl'. Checking my watch I see its 757, time to go, I lean in and kiss her forehead. This triggers an immediate reaction of my sleeping beauty throwing her arms around me and attempting to pull me back into bed as if it was a well set trap. My body telling me to stay, but my mind telling me to go, I allow myself to fall into the bed. After a minute I whisper "you know I can lay in bed with you all day"...'then come back to bed' is her reply without opening an eye or making anouther move. I pause and say "We talked about this last night, I've got some errands to run, while you and the girls go do your girl things, I'll be back at 4". A few seconds go by as if she has fallen back asleep, I say "ok?" and she replies 'ok, but where are we going?', again without any other movement. I wait and before replying I kiss her on the forhead and say "its a secret, now go back to sleep". Before she replies I roll out of the bed while replacing my "place" with the full sized life like teddy bear that was purchased for situations like this (as well as for also keeping an eye my sleeping beauty). She's curls up to the bear (effectively named 'Rudy') and pulls it close, seconds go by without a word, oh yea she's back asleep. I leave the room.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and immediately cross the dinning room and into the kitchen. 1 filter and 2 scoops into the coffee maker, the timer set for 8:45 am, pepsi out the fridge, double check to make sure the alarm is set, actually set the alarm this time and I'm heading out the door. Only took 10 minutes, (I'm getting better at this). Its 8:15, running a little late.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Spades over Hearts...
Greetings all, I've been M.I.A for a few days yes I know. I had to go and celebrate with a bachelor party and eventhough I said I was going to post something prior to my depareture. Want to know about the bachelor party??? HA too bad. Any I got busy and didn't get the chance to post it. Yea I have the phone app and could've did it from the car but I decided not too. Deal with it. Anyway, I started to work on something after I finished "Eyes Meet" and it pretty much finished itself after I glanced over it last night.
Oh and its not like this is going to turn into my own lil "poetry slam"....just changed the scheme for a lil bit. I'll do that every now and then. Deal with it :)
Last night...
We spoke for a just few minutes.
It felt like hours by the way
We chatted abt some random things.
Then you told me 'bout your day.....
You said your tired of the bull,
And how ya man is 'lazy as shit'
Only time he puts in real effort,
Is the time he's tryin to hit.
Or when 'he's making up for something',
Trying to bring some new light.
But his "bads" overshadow his "goods"
So his light really isn't that bright.
You ask me for advice about it.
And me, I try to do what I can.
All while watching my delivery,
Cause I'm ya friend, and not ya man.
'If it were me' I say to you,
That 'you wouldn't need to worry'
But since thats not the case, (and I'm just a friend)
So...'my visions kinda blurry'
Moving on, brings up the topic,
About how 'what if it were true?'
Meaning what if u were here with me,
Or I was there with u?
You and I together girl,
Imagine starting something new?
Having lil pet names, for each other
Like "baby", "babe" or "boo"
You and me together girl,
Admit it, sounds good. right?
I'd keep you smiling all day long.
And satisfied at night.
I could show you how I get it girl
You'd like how I do my thing.
I'm no "rookie" to this game dollface
I play varsity, starting team.
Now, your prolly sitting, reading this
Biting your lips, sayin 'wow'
Boy shorts on with a small tank tee
Imagining us together, now.
Are u wishing for a change?
Starting to regret the past?
Cause you see you and him,
But u know its not gon last
Saying all these things to me
About what you'd like to do.
You wondering if I feel the same?
Could be false, could be true
But sadly we cant go that way.
Its not showing in the cards
Spades is what we're playing now
And I got a hand full of hearts
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Eyes Meet
Ok ok I know its been a while. Some have even found the need to point it out that I'm not following my own rules.Thanks, I appreciate that :) And because of that, we'll take a brake from the general blogging and try something new. [See what you did, lol] I changed up my scheme and added something that I started a back before blogging was even a thought. Its actually been a long time coming on this one, and I always knew I would want to share it, just took a lil time. But while thumbing through some of the written pages the urge hit me to finish it up. So I did and to you I present the finished product (unless of course I get the urge to add more). Enjoy....
The night darkens, as time sets in
4 hours since, half past 10
Eyes meet, looks exchanged
Thoughts of warmth, dreams of rain.
“Don’t go away, please stay tonight,
I want you here, holding me tight
I’m ready for something new,
Only happens with me and you”
Hidden meanings, in what you say
Feelings cant, be kept at bay.
Matches strike, candles glow
Gentle breezes, through a cracked window.
Somethings different, the air is sweet
Bodies freeze, our eyes meet.
Secret thoughts, of taking chances
Howling winds, with rustling branches
Devilish smiles, adds to the heat
Wanting each other, our eyes meet
Slowly walkin, taking time,
Steady smiling, wanting mine.
Clothes off, to the beat,
Slowly grindin, our eyes meet.
Wanting more, while saying less
Heels first, then your dress
Bending over dancing low,
Whinding to, the beat thats slow.
Fantasy dreams like candy sweet
Grateful for, our eyes that meet.
Hearts beating, bodies trembling
Souls searching, looking for meaning
Kissing lips, tasting sweet
While going down, our eyes still meet.
Tounging circles, relaxing minds
Gentle kisses, the fragile kinds
Shallow breaths, as tensions rise
Swirling motions, between your thighs
Numbing sensations , from head to feet
Coming back up, our eyes still meet.
Taking our time, we do what we do
I give you me, and you give me you.
Lights dim, our bodies move,
Slowly pacing to the groove.
Wanting it all, we change it up
Words used: “shit”, “damn” and “f*ck”
Hips bounce, to the beat,
Face to face, our eyes meet.
Then this way, then that way again
This pleasure that’s started, don’t want it to end
Time goes by, we reach our peak
Urges fulfilled, our eyes meet
A Soft kiss, upon your head
Saying good night, we go to bed
Eyes that meet, provide a touch
How words and actions, can mean so much.
Monday, August 22, 2011
A series of events...
Ok so this morning was supposed to be like all the other mornings. Except today came with a twist of added responsibility. Instead of 6am, the alram started buzzing at 5:30am, and as opposed to 'snoozing' until 6:15, I was up by 5:45. Why? Because for the next week I've agreed to be parent to someone who demands attention, first thing in the morning, like it or not. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have an added responsibility for this week and his name is Buddy, he's a year and a half.
Now, as you can see, Buddy is not a human being. No opposible thumbs so that whole 'door opening, toilet flushing' option that we (humans) have is not available for him. Before you ask, no, he is not mine. I'm puppy sitting for the next week [in case its not clear in the first paragraph] and so far, so good. Buddy actually belongs to my cousin...we'll call him 'Gap'. [lmao...I know some people are laughing their asses off by now]. And while he's off frolicking on the beach with his girl and her family. Buddy's kicking it with Uncle Foots and like I said, so far, so good. This morning however, started with an alarm clock, a near incident involving a paw and my crotch, an empty water bowl, 1 work shirt, an unlatched gate, mud, an old couple, and a van. [Please try to contain yourself]
As the alarm clock sounded waking me up out of the oh so pleasant dream [no I'm not talking about 'groundhog day' {posted earlier} ] I was having. I quickly pushed the snooze button, and put my head back down. I hadn't heard any other movements, so I said "Buddy", which proved to be a mistake. Clearly he sleeps a little lighter than I do and saw this as an opportunity to let me know he was awake. Not by walking around the room [I have hardwood floors]. Not by wagging his tail against the multiple objects in the room. Not by drinking his water in gulp fulls like a saint bernard [he does this] or even barking. Oh no, THIS lil bastard took the 6 feet between his bed and mine, somehow found traction with his lil puppy feet and came at me like a charging bull. Atleast thats what I think, I really don't know, my eyes were closed. All I heard were multiple taps on the ground, a very quick pause, followed by 35 lbs of puppy on my stomach and on my legs. Fortunately, his aim isn't quite that good yet, so hs front paws landed in my stomach, and his back two on my legs. At that point, I decided it was time to get it up. Buddy agreed and in heading for the door, OOPS there goes the water bowl into the food bowl. Clearly, he had to pee.
So I let him out, but naturally, he comes back to the door immediately after I close it. So I step outside with him, boxer briefs and all. A few minutes later, he's peeing while I'm dancing beause I have to do the same thing. I turn to go in and here he comes under my legs. In stepping to avoid tripping over him, I slip in the water and fall into my papasan chair, which in turn, falls over its base and on to the ground. Apparently this action gave him the impression that it was "play time" so he took 2 laps around the room and back out the door he went, tounge hangin tail waggin the whole time. Now, the backyard is your standard townhome size, with a brick patio under the deck. My entrance is a fence and a door, with a latch. I swear I dont know how he did it but I all I hear is a latch click. I knew this wasn't good but mind you I'm still attempting to climb out of my papasan that has now fallen over. So by the time I get up, I take the fresh work shirt I had laying out for work, throw it on the ground to soak up the water, and then back out the door I go. No, I still have not gone to the bathroom!
I walk out the gate, look left, nothing, look right, nothing [I swear he has a warp drive installed somewhere ] , and then I hear it, the double tap of a car horn. I look left again and here he comes Buddy, full speed, no break. Now Gap told me he was fast and has some force, 'he knocks down No-No all the time when he's running like this', but I guess this slipped my mind. So instead of making him heal. I bend at the knee and attempt to catch him but with no success..this time however, his head, found the target he missed earlier. So at 6:05am, I've now unintentionally although rather successfully managed to find the ground, twice. Luckily it was the top of his head and not the mouth bearing puppy teeth. So now I'm going through my "ooohhh you lil shit, your gonna pay for that" routine and here he comes again. But this time he takes his paw, and puts it on my face, I guess to symbolize he's sorry ("awww") Cute right? WRONG! His paw had mud (at least I hope it was mud) on it. So now, I've got that 'just got slapped in the nuts' feeling going on in my stomach, mud on my face, I'm still in my white boxer briefs, and oh look, here comes the 65 year old plus married couple on their morning walk, AND the hot Mom with her kids on her way to work in their minivan. Buddy sits at the entrance to the gate and smiles like it was all planned and his elaborate scheme has come together without a hitch. I say "good morning" to the old couple as they wave (and laugh, quite loud actually) while also waving hello to the family in the minivan [no surprise that she picked up speed a little bit].
As I turned to go back in the house, there was nothing I could do but look at Buddy and say, "well come on, some of us still have to pee", this time, he followed me in, slowly. I went straight to the bathroom, relieved myself and then took a shower. By the time I came back in the room, his ass was sleep on his blanket, like HE had had a long morning. Tommorrow, definitely going to the bathroom, 1st.
Groundhog day....
This idea just hit me, so I ran with it....
[ “I often speak through my actions, but paint pictures with words that you can close your eyes and imagine” – Paul Cain ]
After a relatively long 2 nights I was sleep by 10pm. Started out on the couch, then somewhere between 2 and 4am I woke up and moved to the unoccupied bedroom. As soon as my head it the pillow, I was out.......
4:20am..."and when you get to talk about the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, ignore.
7am.. First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone again. This time however, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her on the forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?”. I shake it off and continue about my business.
7:45am…"aight man, you get the bikes off, I'll check the gear"...'got it'... Ipods? Check! Camel backs? [ thats a backpack, that holds water in it ] Check! Gloves? Check! Helmets? Check! Shoes? ”Damn”...'man are u serious?', "nah i'm kidding” [CGU, hates this lol]. Check! 'Aight man...the usual route, then we’ll head towards Chevy Chase, try to keep up'..."got it, see you on capitol hill ".
8:10am… while crossing in front of the Lincoln memorial, I look to the left and see the capital, the Washington monument, Vietnam memorial, and then the reflecting pool that’s under construction. All against a back drop of a mostly risen sun. Beautiful sight...I keep pedaling while also making sure to smile at the 2 females who are snapping pics of who appears to be their mother posing for a pic. They smile back, I keep it movin.
1:45pm…45.8 miles later. "Good ride man"...'yup stopping for the usual brew?'..."nah, gotta get back"...'ohh now someone gotta get back? We always grab brews'..."yea, you right aight 1 small pitcher"..'each'..."yea"
3pm…“hello…hey baby I'm on my way back now"...'i need frosting'..."ok" she's always baking something.
3:35pm…halfway to the door I realize the frostings’ still in the car. [ Thats what happens when you try to do 3 things at once ]
3:40pm…I open the door…"hey I got the frosting you requested. But since there wasn’t a specific kind I got….hello?”. I hear the shower running and proceed upstairs. Before I reach the top step, my shirt is sliding down the banister. I round the corner, kick off my shoes, then step across the wood flooring and through the common area that separates the bedrooms.
3:42pm…Stepping into the room I loosen the draw string of my shorts and by the time I reach the bathroom door, I'm stepping out of them. Seconds later I pull the curtain back to reveal you showering. I smile, “Fancy meeting you here” and step in. 'Yea, I like to be seen here from time to time’ is your reply, followed by a smile. We lean in to kiss. ‘Good ride?’ you ask as you turn back to face towards the water…”yea it was, saw a beautiful site”...you reply ’what’d she look like?’ without looking back…”ha, ha, ha (I softly kiss your neck) not that type of site, besides it pales in comparison to what I’m seeing in front of me right now” (I cock my head to the left and focus in on your butt)…’ah huh, a likely response (as you turn back around to face me, water now hitting your back)’…you look up at me with those beautiful eyes. The soapy loofa that you’re holding begins to wonder around my waist region. You bite your lower lip while looking up at me as if you’re up to something. I rise. You say ‘such a dirty boy’ and remove yourself from the shower.
4pm...Minutes after your abrupt departure from the shower [not cool by the way] I come out of the bathroom to find you sitting wrapped in a towel on the bed, hair dripping, flipping through your ipod. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask. ‘I just planned on laying here for a while’ is your reply…”with or without the towel, I don’t want my blanket getting wet” (I smile)…you pause, stand, and say ‘if you think about it, it really won’t matter because either way, blankets and sheets would still get wet’. then you stand up, drop the towel you were once wrapped in and start to make your way by me (as if your leaving the room), “Oh really” but before you can make it past me, I have you in my arms….’well, that was the plan’… we kiss, then I gently bite (then suck) your lower lip. You remove the towel from your hair and say…’good plan huh?’. I respond ”Absolutely” as you drop the towel and we move towards the bed. At that point time seemed to stop as we began to make love.
4:20am..."and when you get to talk abt the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, pause....ignore.
7am... First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then, again comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone. This time, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?” I shake it off and continue about my business..
If this is groundhog day, sign me up.
[ “I often speak through my actions, but paint pictures with words that you can close your eyes and imagine” – Paul Cain ]
After a relatively long 2 nights I was sleep by 10pm. Started out on the couch, then somewhere between 2 and 4am I woke up and moved to the unoccupied bedroom. As soon as my head it the pillow, I was out.......
4:20am..."and when you get to talk about the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, ignore.
7am.. First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone again. This time however, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her on the forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?”. I shake it off and continue about my business.
7:45am…"aight man, you get the bikes off, I'll check the gear"...'got it'... Ipods? Check! Camel backs? [ thats a backpack, that holds water in it ] Check! Gloves? Check! Helmets? Check! Shoes? ”Damn”...'man are u serious?', "nah i'm kidding” [CGU, hates this lol]. Check! 'Aight man...the usual route, then we’ll head towards Chevy Chase, try to keep up'..."got it, see you on capitol hill ".
8:10am… while crossing in front of the Lincoln memorial, I look to the left and see the capital, the Washington monument, Vietnam memorial, and then the reflecting pool that’s under construction. All against a back drop of a mostly risen sun. Beautiful sight...I keep pedaling while also making sure to smile at the 2 females who are snapping pics of who appears to be their mother posing for a pic. They smile back, I keep it movin.
1:45pm…45.8 miles later. "Good ride man"...'yup stopping for the usual brew?'..."nah, gotta get back"...'ohh now someone gotta get back? We always grab brews'..."yea, you right aight 1 small pitcher"..'each'..."yea"
3pm…“hello…hey baby I'm on my way back now"...'i need frosting'..."ok" she's always baking something.
3:35pm…halfway to the door I realize the frostings’ still in the car. [ Thats what happens when you try to do 3 things at once ]
3:40pm…I open the door…"hey I got the frosting you requested. But since there wasn’t a specific kind I got….hello?”. I hear the shower running and proceed upstairs. Before I reach the top step, my shirt is sliding down the banister. I round the corner, kick off my shoes, then step across the wood flooring and through the common area that separates the bedrooms.
3:42pm…Stepping into the room I loosen the draw string of my shorts and by the time I reach the bathroom door, I'm stepping out of them. Seconds later I pull the curtain back to reveal you showering. I smile, “Fancy meeting you here” and step in. 'Yea, I like to be seen here from time to time’ is your reply, followed by a smile. We lean in to kiss. ‘Good ride?’ you ask as you turn back to face towards the water…”yea it was, saw a beautiful site”...you reply ’what’d she look like?’ without looking back…”ha, ha, ha (I softly kiss your neck) not that type of site, besides it pales in comparison to what I’m seeing in front of me right now” (I cock my head to the left and focus in on your butt)…’ah huh, a likely response (as you turn back around to face me, water now hitting your back)’…you look up at me with those beautiful eyes. The soapy loofa that you’re holding begins to wonder around my waist region. You bite your lower lip while looking up at me as if you’re up to something. I rise. You say ‘such a dirty boy’ and remove yourself from the shower.
4pm...Minutes after your abrupt departure from the shower [not cool by the way] I come out of the bathroom to find you sitting wrapped in a towel on the bed, hair dripping, flipping through your ipod. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask. ‘I just planned on laying here for a while’ is your reply…”with or without the towel, I don’t want my blanket getting wet” (I smile)…you pause, stand, and say ‘if you think about it, it really won’t matter because either way, blankets and sheets would still get wet’. then you stand up, drop the towel you were once wrapped in and start to make your way by me (as if your leaving the room), “Oh really” but before you can make it past me, I have you in my arms….’well, that was the plan’… we kiss, then I gently bite (then suck) your lower lip. You remove the towel from your hair and say…’good plan huh?’. I respond ”Absolutely” as you drop the towel and we move towards the bed. At that point time seemed to stop as we began to make love.
4:20am..."and when you get to talk abt the greatest, I just really hope that youuu think of meee" comes blaring from the phone, my eyes open, you shift in the covers, I glance at the phone, pause....ignore.
7am... First the loud piercing <ping> of the message notifier. Then, again comes the Drake/Young Jeezy ringtone. This time, I answer. Its Chocolate Giddy Up (CGU). "Yeah…10 minutes?...bet". I hang up, sit up, stretch, then turn to my right and kiss her forehead. Almost tripping over towels while heading out the room, I pick them up asking myself…”how’d these get here?” I shake it off and continue about my business..
If this is groundhog day, sign me up.
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