Spring Break pt. 4- Farewell Party

My friend Amber calls and asks me if I'm in the O because she's stopping by before she heads to NY to persue her dreams. Of course my timings always good because I'm not there, actually I'm four hours away in South Fla.

She gets mad but says she'll be in South Fla the next day. I say cool. See you for lunch.

Next Day..lunch time arrives. No call. I think nothing of it. I'm used to my friends last minute actions and their used to mine so it evens out.

Around 8pm I get a call. My friend Ream from the O calls and asks if I'm ready.

"For what?" I ask.
"The club!" she says as if we had some prearrangements that I was supposed to know about.
"No...I'm at the hair salon with my cuz" I say.
"Well I'm coming to you because Am told me that's we're going to the club and I rented a car to drive all the way to South Fla so I'm about to club tonight."
"How did you know I was in Miami?"
"Am duh. When did you talk to her?" I ask. And what happened to lunch?
"Yesterday, but I haven't heard from her all day. We're supposed to be clubbing before she leaves."
"But Ream...umm...I'm not partying, I was supposed to have lunch but no one called."
"What? Unh uh, Roxy don't tell me that"
"What....agggh. Fine."
I end up giving in and telling her I'll be ready in a few.
I didn't pack any club clothes whatsoever so I make up and outfit and head out the door.
Ream's waiting there pissed because we hadn't hear from Am all day and I have to laugh. We're some disorganized people for real.
We pick up De and head to Ha.r.d Roc.k. (again) This time into a club.

I bring the Jui.c.y Pur.s.e that I was smoking rocks when I bought.

We get in line.
It rains. I hand the purse to Ream because she was the only one furthest in line to be under the shade. We still hadn't heard from Am all day.

Matter of fact. We thought something might have happened to her. But knowing her, it was some crazy reason that we hadn't heard from her 20 hours straight.

Finally. We see her.
Her phone has been dead and she forgot her charger. Ha.

Her boyfriends buys us shots and everything's a blurr....

I dance a little more... De loves when I'm drunk she says I'm more fun... My jams keep coming on... Am's man buys us more shots... I see my ex from high-school in the distance...I pull my hat down, lol. We walk into another section of the club and security pulls my hat and says it's fly. I flash a drunken smile. Am's man starts asking for my hat. I tell him $20 dollars at A.ldo. He laughs. I bid Am farewell. Ream drops me home and I crawl upstairs and dream drunken dreams.

I wake up to my cuz fussing about why I didn't answer my phone this morning. I look. My phone is gone.

I call and call and Finally. Ream answers the phone. Left it in the rent a car. Yessssss so it isn't lost forever.

Spring Break pt. 3 Not Your Sugarbaby

I texted my friend from high school (De) ,who had gone to college with me but moved back home early, to see if she was alive. Luckily she was and we made some arrangements to go to H.ar.d. R.ock H.ollywo.od. for some drinks and catching up.

When we got there everything was almost closed but luckily we caught a place that served us desert and some martinis. We chatted and laughed and then some older guys came trying to charm us. A lawyer and I forgot what the other one did but they were business men, because within minutes they were handing me cards. The outgoing Latino approached my friend. And the cool laid back Caucasian lawyer sat next to me. They admitted that they were drawn to our complexion because they love black women because their fun and interesting. (Is that so...)

They paid for our drinks and my dessert and Holy Shit. We're stuck with them for the night.

Be honest. When you see young black women in their 20's dating older rich guys you think their gold diggers right? Be honest. De and I paranoid about that the hold night as they grabbed our hands and led us to the next club. We're too nice(especially when tipsy) and didn't want to be ass holes so they hung out with us for the night.


We went to the club next door to a hip hop club that had a mechanical bull inside. Yes, a hip hop club with a mechanical bull.

The interesting part of this place is that who ever rides the bull gets exploited like hell. For example. Say you have big boobs. The guy controlling the bull shakes shakes shakes it so her tatas jiggle like crazy and if she has a big behind. He bends the bull over and shakes shakes shakes her booty to the beat.

Lawyer guy suggest I get on there. I suggest he gets on there. He declines.

Then we went the casino. Latino kept giving us 20s to play in the machines. Eventually we were like no save your money, but he kept insisting. De and I shook our heads. (The last time I had come down here some guy, who's friend had actually known me from high school, wanted to give up 100 bucks to buy drinks. We told him to keep his money and I told him to invest it because black men need to start thinking about the future....as I preached with my tiny shorts and see-through top)
At the end of the night De ended up keeping one of the 20s to pay for gas.

How cute is that little munchkin, huh?

Lawyer guy told me to give him a call. I never did. Money doesn't win me over and honestly I was looking for somebody younger and...tanner. Maybe a little more...Ok, black, I love my black men. BLACK CHOCOLATE MEN.And besides. I'm nobody's Sugarbaby.

Spring Break pt. 2 Kiss for some tickets

We* were standing in the movie line to see S-u-p-e-r H-e-r-o, actually we really wanted to see Hor.ton. Hea.r.s a W.h.o but it started already. And inside the guy had a sign the said "Next In Line" and we stood there not really sure if we should leave the current line we were in having stood there so long but he started waving it inpatiently so we went inside to join his line.

*We is my cousins; K, J, D, their friend, G, and Roxy(me)

So I'm standing there in the line. My cousin D, who's a punk rocker (yes she's black) who loves to draw anime and is pretty outspoken although she'd deny it, is in front of me.

And I'm standing. Daydreaming kinda. Thinking about about how I must be smoking rocks because I just bought a J.uicy Coutu.re purse and I'm broke. My cousin and her friend were over there holding the bag pretending it was theirs. I thought about what my friends were doing back in the O, I thought about...him..

Then I see my cuz with tickets in her hand.
"Here you go, Here you go, Here you go, Here you go." She says as she passes them out.

It took me a second to realize what just happened.
"Wait a minute. Did you pay for these." I ask. ( high fiving him as we walked away)
"Nope."

"Ok, what did you say." my cuz J and I say at the same time.

"Nothing." She says.
We walk to the food court confused. I looked at the ticket thinking it would say a movie that was no longer in the theatre or something. Or maybe they were fake and we were about to be embarrassed.

"No you said something, we got free tickets."
"All I said was, " she begins. I open my ears to listen for future use of this occurence.

"9 dollars is a lot of money." my cousin says.
"And then..." I wait.

"That's it. He asked how many of us there was and he gave me the tickets." she says and laughs.

"Hmm." I say. "You better go back and give that boy a kiss. One of you. You know that's what he wanted right?"

When we came back. Somebody else was working the counter. Hmm. Maybe he just really didn't give a shit and was ready to go.

Spring Break pt.1 Handling Business....not really

When I came to South Fla during spring break on the day of my aunt's bday I arrived in the house and my cousin(K) was giving me this look. I knew that look. Troubling brewing somewhere. My other cousin(J) had called me from work to tell me there was business to handle. Look....everytime...I come...back...home....there's some foolishness they get caught up in that for some reason involves me. I told them I didn't even want to know.

So when my aunt leaves the room.
K tells me the story. Basically one of their friends homeboys which they don't even know came in and stole my cuz's itouch from the kitchen counter while she was upstairs.

"What's his name?"
"Black."
"Ok.......his real name"
"I dunno."
"Ok...where does he live."
(shrugs shoulders)"I dunno"
"Ok...what's his number?"
"His homeboy knows it but won't answer the phone."
"Ok..Umm...you guys waited for me to drive down here for this. What am I going to do? Circle the neighborhood...till the itouch come out with his hands up?"
"We thought we would think of something when you got here."
So we thought. Still nothing.

But eventually after some threats, police reports(did absolutely nothing) and 80 freaking dollars(absolute bull shit but we'll just let it go because I'm not getting shot over iTouch)
Circling the neighborhood.
We got it back.
Swew.

A Masculine Touch

First of all I had one of those "Oh Shit!" Mornings. I woke up from a pretty tipsy night to the sun shining through my window. I look at the clock saying 7:36 and start freaking out even more.

I'm late! OMG, I'm late! The sun's out that means I'm late I have to wake up before light or I'm late! Why didn't my alarm go off!Wait.....What day is it? What day is it?"

Then I realized it was Saturday and that I didn't have to get up till 8 to get my hair done.

My usual stylist is a female but she has the male assistant that takes her clients if she's unavailable. A man has never done my hair before. Never. This shall be interesting for some reason. I arrive and he's busy with 3 other clients, that's fine. He tells me that he'll be with me in a minute...."with your big beautiful brown eyes." I smile and say thank you. I assume he's gay because he does hair (...look call be racist or whatever but, every gay guy that does hair I have ever met has been, gay, k?) and think nothing of it.

Then FINALLY I get in his chair. We chit chat this and that and he asks me if I go to school. I say no, "I teach."
He says get out of here! Teach what?
"I'm out of school,I teach 2nd Grade."
He says "Stop lying I thought you were 16, 17."




I look around at the girls getting their hair done for prom, I admit I looked just about as old as them.
"You look maybe even younger than them."
Well...Atleast I won't get in trouble." He says low enough for only me to hear.
What does that mean? Well he's gay so that doesn't mean much really. Haha, is he flirting? Oh but he's gay so it's harmless.
Then he says something about his wife. Woah. Ok, now it's his turn to stop lying. But sure enough. His wife comes (to get her hair done by her husband how lucky) in with the keeeeyyyyuuuuutttest. Little baby. 9 months. Okay so he definitely bangs women....

But even with his wife in the shop, that doesn't stop him from flirting. With all the girls getting their hair done for prom I didn't get back in his chair until 4 HOURS later.
"Sorry for the wait...I can make it up to you. Where do you work again?"
I tell him. But what's he going to do about it?
"I'll show up to your job with something special." Special =Free hair products?

I look at his wife and his cute little baby sitting under the dryer with her. How can a man do this too his family.....sad."Ummmmm can you do my eyebrows? Because you're over here playing around." I say. On top of me not ever thinking of hooking up with this guy because he's MARRIED and has a BABY that is 10 FEET AWAY but he still wants my number anyway. Umm. He's gay. The family's not fooling me.



I must admit...
Had me thinking about marrying a hairstylest...(one who doesn't want to cheat on his wife with someone who he thought was under 18 but she's over 18 and now he thinks it's okay, but has tingly feelings for men but hollers at every female to overcompesate for it.)

Look...I'm just a little lonley, yall.

For What It's Worth

When I first started blogging....

I just blogged things that I knew that if anybody found it I wouldn't care. I had a bad experience with pouring my soul out on the internet...

The last person in the world that I wanted to find it, found it.

And things went downhill from there.

It's wasn't that bad but...somethings are just better left unsaid.


Had to delete a post...I went to a seminar yesterday about Ethics and the standards for teachers and uh...they have lost their jobs for all types of reasons. I mean there's the little reasons like sleeping with the students, flirting, showing them porn that you downloaded from home...
(Florida has the highest rate of teacher violating the code of ethics...Look...I don't know what's that's all about but a child...I mean a CHILD...you teach a child...not..you know. well, you know)
but then there was other stuff like..knowing somebody who smokes that herb or writing a note about how you can't stand your students using their names etc...

I'm not getting let go because of some "Truth or Dare" post.

Oh yeah, I love my kids for what it's worth.

Moving on.

When the World Hates You...

Sometimes...

People may not like you not because anything you said or did...but because of who you are.

Some ignorantly informed preconcevied notion...

So you just have to "brush them haters off." lol.

This woman at my job who I don't even talk to has a problem with me. I don't see how.

All I ever do is smile and say "hi."

Well one day, I said "have a good weekend." and she turned around like I was the chick that had slept with her man and now I'm carrying his twins.

I continued to smile and walk out the door.

A look says it all. I'm not even going to try and figure out what the problem is because frankly, I have sympathy for her.

What can be going on in your life that is so bad that a smile and a greeting can cause you anger?

So whatever the problem is, live goes on. Choose your battles wisely, and this is a pointless battle.

Jesus said in his last days.
"When the world hates you, remember, it hated me first."

And who? Who can hate him?
People with issues in their life, that's who.

One of my students just asked me....

"Ms. S."
"Yep."
"What kind of book was Moby Dick." I look at her with my head cocked to the side and narrowed eyes.....lol, she takes a step back.
"A book about a whale." I say.
"They were speaking negative, saying it was a book about...."
"You know what, that's move on. Let's keep it moving"

Feel like an Animal

This morning I woke up to some cats going at it. I don't how many but it was wild and it broke into my dreams and when I finally awoke it still felt like I was dreaming I mean they were just...shuffling, growling, whining, beating against the wall from outside. I was too tired to have a looksy so I just layed there frustrated. Finally the other cat was howling for mercy. They woke me up 30 mins before the alarm. Should have went and beat them both.


On my way home I saw an eagle for the first time ....an eagle. Don't see that too often and it was carrying what looked like a rat and I'm thinking. One. Where in the he** did that eagle come from. Two. That rat is f*cked. Worse than that cat that had it this morning.

No water? Could be worse

Sometimes my apartment complex turns off the water for maintenance purposes.
Sometimes they send out notices....
Sometimes they don't.
Today they did not.
This shit is unethical I can't even wash my hands or do my laundry.
Or take a a shower!

Will be brushing my teeth with Zypherhills water....
That's end of my whiny list.

It could be worse. I could be mid perm burning scalp like in the beginning scenes of Malcom X....
It could be much worse.

All I want.

Will finish this later but I just heard this throwback song and was inspired.


This is all I want in a guy. This is it, here it is. My golden list of wants...

He...

must be able to make me laugh

believe in God, Jesus the whole package.

be open minded (listen to all kinds of music, watch all kinds of movies)

be confident in himself

has to be taller than me. I'm 5'8 gotta be my height or taller.

must have ambition and believe in himself.

must be genuine...have a pure heart underneath it all. I mean not be perfect but...just be sincere in general.

Oh yeah! Must be able to talk about nothing and everything from deep subjects to light conversation etc...

That's it. Kinda.

Ofcourse "someone I can talk to...someone who will listen...to what I have to say"

Yeah. I told.

On my way the here I told "Chris" everything about muscle man. Yeah I tattled. He needed to know about his trifling friend. Chris said I had to understand that he was probably just attracted to me...(so we make up excuses for trifling people now...?) It's not even about attraction, people like them find pleasure it taking other people's joy. That's all. If he didn't know my relationship with him I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be that interested.

I don't associate with him much anymore. He still sends texts but my replies are not open ended. So go on head boy. Leave this gal alone.

On the Road

I drove to Miami yesterday...

Sometimes when I'm driving there are similar cars that are around me and it seems like whether they are fast or slow....we always seem to catch up with eachother. It may be someone I try to race just because or some slow bastid in the left lane. So if even for a bit they are out of my site they reappear again. And because we're sharing this journey I feel like we've become friends.

Only.

At some point they get off at an exit.

Then it's like.

"Damn we made it this far and your just going to leave me like that? Look how far we've traveled I thought this meant more to you than simplY 'getting to a destination' I don't care if that's where you grandparents live! What...does that really mean...what do I mean to you...Fine. Leave. I'll go the rest

Alone.

I started this alone and this'll end with me alone.

I really never needed you."

Or If I'm getting off the exit it's like

"I made it. Finally. Shit. My legs hurt. Bye bitches."