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Oh, to give thanks!
2005-11-28 @ 6:15 p.m. So its been a minute�there have been several stories brewing in my head, not to mention plenty of updates. To start, I am finally winding down from a hectic travel schedule ever since I got back from Spain. After being at work for only a week I was then off to LA where I got to celebrate with my boy Tac for his bday and who was also gracious enough to provide me with housing. Tac was looking all LA with the tan, the leanness, and the haircut�go �head boy! Good times to see familiar faces and meet new ones. Got to hang with boy IndianGreek at a Paramount soiree, visited family in Covina (always get some laughs out my Mama and Papa and cousins), toured the Paramount lot, got scanned into an action figure that should be arriving any day�and let me tell you was one of the coolest things EVER, got picked up in a stretch hummer and taken to ridiculous seats at the Hollywood Bowl to see The Rolling Stones�.which was SICK, and then was off to Vegas. While leaving Las Vegas I got news that my Papa had to go to the hospital unexpectedly after I left them in LA, which was hard news to take and had a bit of a breakdown in the airport. I had just seen him smiling and laughing calling me a big shot and didn�t want to think of him in the condition he was. But, apparently he�s still flirting with the nurses so I am praying for the best! Ok then I got back to NYC where a t-storm ensued. I was walking to work my first day back after traveling for 3 weeks and was struggling with my bags, my ipod, my umbrella all the while in heels. Long story short my umbrella gets turned inside out, the metal brackets break off the fabric and it flies across the street. Being the good citizen, I run after it to place it in the trash. All the while this man is looking at me with a smirk on his face as if this is amusement for him. As I go to pick up the umbrella a cab splashes me soaking wet, then as I try to hurry across the street I faintly hear but can�t make out a cop saying to me �watch out� because apparently there was grease all over the road and I slip and fall. So basically I look and feel like a wet dog, and not a happy one. And here is this man again smiling and offering a hand up. I will spend some time on this topic. So in high school I had a complex attending an all girl private high school where the only interaction with boys were from a fairly homogeneous boys private school. Was never quite white or girly enough for those white boys. Now I had a boyfriend in high school, but always had this complex of not being quite good enough physically for the opposite sex. Low self-esteem or self-confidence maybe. So I go to this reunion of sorts and give many �fake hugs� as C-dot puts it and see my crush from back in the day. Boy is so adorable. But for the first time I get side tracked from him to a group a lil white boys that walked in and began to play pool. The night was long as we went onto another lounge downtown and saw even MORE people. It was rather interesting to see these people and their reactions. Met some �college hunks hauling junk� as they put it, amongst others. It was different to get some attention from a group of people that never put it out there before. Apparently I made someone�s year. As bygeorge put it �you never got white boys� but she also said Redhead �looks cracked out.� Hahahaha man she can be brutally honest, and I love her for it. Those two comments were in no way related but whatever it was funny. Ok well I guess that sums up most of the past couple months�in an abridged way. I just want to say I am truly thankful for everyone and everything/experience I have in my life....Thank You. Alright alright this is long enough�stay full through the holidays to stay warm!!!! |
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