and you can check out its specs here. it turns out that kesi's internet means his house has wireless, so i probably wont be getting my own connection. i'll just shoot him a fiver every now and then, lol. itll be here sooner than i expected and i'll love it forever. yeee!
i also finally got my party pix online. this is actually the anniversary, but, bygones:
he is smiling, btw. i know its hard to believe.
and here's me and my lil brother.
aw, siblings.We went to Lenny's, which is like the local talent's hang out. I use the word talent very firmly. We saw about 8 acts that night and I only didn't like 1 of them. They all had on outfits by whomever thought it was a good idea to put cows and milk cartons on lumberjack looking plaid shirts. And they rapped about how fly they were or sumn. Took the line from Duffle Bag Boys "walk into the gucci store, honey I'm home" and turned it into a sucky song. And it was so long! How many verses dudes?! Ugh!
Anyway, our friend Life the Great performed. My friend Sam manages him. Look him up cuz he's awesome. My song is "beep me," lol. And then there was Fionna Simone. She and her crazy band were great. My friend alesia and I actually took a moment to bang our heads.
Speaking of friends, my friend fatima was trying to get us all loaded. I paid for one drink but had about 5. Which is a lot for me. This is the same chick that had me sitting on the floor at a house party and almost falling out the door the last time we went to Lenny's. I am in no way a messy drunk but she's a trickster. Apparently we ran up a $160 tab between 5 of us. And with $5 drinks... You do the math, lol.
After we left lenny's, we went to MJQ. If you haven't been there its a literal cave. You go down the tunnel and there's a bar, then past that is a dance floor. On the other side of the bar there is a separate room with another dance floor and bar.
I hit the dance floor immediately because reggae was playing. Yes! Then they do this rock set that I'm glad to say I wasn't the only one who knew all the words. We were all jumping and spazzing out, except Breezy. He's not up on his rock.
We left the club and for some reason I decided to break out a few cartwheels. It doesn't help that they were egging me on.
Saturday was my birthday party. Fun! We went to joes again and everyone was on time or there by 930. Luckily I've been doing better with catching up with people, so I'd actually seen the people who showed up in the last year, unlike my 24th party where there were friends I hadn't seen in 6 years. Other than my pretty much being the last to eat (they were out of calamari, then my shrimp took foreva!) it was such a fun time. My brother attempted to smash cake in my face but only got a lil bit of frosting on my lip. Ha! Sucker! He also promised me a zune! Yes! That thing is awesome and holds 4x as much as my old player. I'm so excited! Hopefully I'll have it this coming week.
So now I'm officially 25. I'm feeling good about it. I'm making moves this year! Btw thanks for all the birthday love. You're the best!
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Thursday was Kesi and i's (kesi's and my?) anniversary. Woo! I got him to a block away from the venue before I told him where I was taking him: the king Tut exhibit! It was so wonderful. We saw all kinds of stuff. It took us through the history of pharoahs, their statues, how to read their names, etc. I was in awe of the fact that these people would do these things for honor and not recognition, and yet here we are looking at them in a museum. I mean, detailed. And this wasn't just one person. This was like, centuries worth of people making stuff for the pharoahs that sometimes were only in power for months. King Tut's tomb looked like a storage facility. There was like 600 items in there. I'd recommend that, if you're in atl, you go. Its a shame that stupid Napoleon ruined so many of them though.
After that we hung back at my job. At work they refer to him as the "invisible man" because every time we all do sumn he's at work. The economy aint right to be calling in sick so you can party, you know? So anyone who hasn't worked there more than 1.5 years hasn't met him. So I take him to my job and none of them were there! Boo! After that we head to quiznos so he can eat 2 freaking chicken footlongs. 2! I ate a 6 inch from subway. He took forever and I think we ended up leaving for Cirque du Soleil at like 715 for an 8 o'clock show. Of course Marta was acting up and the escalator was broke at the station and we almost missed the shuttle. So I was a lil anxious we wouldn't make it. But we did, with time to spare actually.
OMG Kooza was so awesome! I loved it. Kesi said if I hadn't given him an idea of the theme he wouldn't have gotten it just by watching. I agree. I knew that it was supposed to be "opening the eyes of The Innocent to his imagination," but he was hardly on stage so it didn't seem to really follow his adventure. Other than that? Amazing. They managed to do everything a 3 ring circus does, but in the round. No matter where you sat you got a great view of everything. I see the only advantage to sitting front and center is that those were the people they pulled onstage. And the odds of that happening is still like 75:1. Before the show the clowns roamed around the audience talking to the people. The one that came up to us was the "pickpocket" and he said "if you see the cops, you didn't see me." and Kesi said, "I understand." hilarious!
My favorite was easily the wheel of death. Easily. They were so crazy! I could have sworn one of them was gonna fly out into the audience. Foolish! The contortionists were equally amazing. Its probably the only thing I wish I could do in the circus. Again, I recommend that you go see this show. Gorgeous.
I'll tell you about the weekend tomorrow.
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I'll elaborate later. I've been crocheting a lot so no room for blogging. Sorry. Here's some stuff I wanted to talk about.
I'm a God mother! Kesi's former coworker had her baby a few weeks ago. I'm making lil Jordan a blanket with her name on it. It'll get my baby itch out to buy and cuddle someone *else's* child. And I can show Kesi how to change a diaper.
My bangs are black. Or are they? I am giving jazzing hair color a big thumbs down. It should not (and has not in the past) wash out in one shampoo. This is the same stuff that my mom used when I was in high school so I know it works. But I had to reapply and my hands are tinted. Bah.
My birthday dinner is Saturday. I'm excited! A lot of people wanna come. Strangely there's still that wonder if no one will show up. Lol its weird. I know they will, but if they're 5 minutes (or 45 like last year) late I'll be so concerned.
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I'm getting off the bus at a place where I'll meet Kesi to come pick me up from work (this is not usual. If I take the bus to a location for him to bring me home its usually his job. Never some random spot). Instead, a big Mexican pulls up and I get in. My brother and 2 others are in the back, I'm in the front. The Mexican chooses to take the others home first. I don't actually ever make it home, because he fell asleep or otherwise vanished. I text Kesi to tell him I'm ok.
Next thing I know I'm in a pool. Fully clothed. Around the pool is an audience, but not like gym rafters. Its more like I'm swimming in an orchestra pit because there's a stage too, and a woman is at a podium. The arena begins to fill and I see Gary Dourdan from CSI (I'd been watching the marathon earlier that day). He had what we like to call a Frederick Douglas hairdo. And it was grey too. I still find him charming and ask my cousin Alyse to take a picture of us together. For some reason she has no idea how to use a digital camera (though she's a semi-pro photog in reality) and she keeps holding it up to her face so the picture never has both of us in it. Its either half of him or half of me. I give up and take a seat in the arena front and center. A lady sitting next to me decides that my stuff is her stuff and she grabs my plastic bag and hands it off to some guy in the back row. I reach over some people, and the guy is playing keepaway with my stuff. So I now am standing over someone who is seated and have my chest and stomach in their face. Turns out its Akon. I don't even like Akon which may explain why I ignored him for my bag. Finally I get it and I start arguing with the lady, asking her why she stole my ish. She said I was tripping and it was her bag. I sat back down, next to her, and held the handles of the bag extra tight. Whatever event we were there for was about to start so it got quiet...
And then I woke up.
What the hell was that about? Lol. I had another weird dream during a nap Saturday but I can't remember it.
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