arent those about the most charming girls you ever saw? dont let em hurt you now! lol. i had a really good time and we should definitely do it again. jameil made some chicken sausage jambalaya type stuff (sorry im not good with remembering and thats what it reminded me of) and the infamous raspberry lemonade which adei didnt like much since shes a sweet hater, but i loved it and it tasted great with bacardi. btw thats me, jameil, adei and toni, on rashan's couch. we spent the evening dancing and singing old school songs, and someone would say "i was 8 when that somg came out!" and rashan would say. "i was in college..." ha!

and check ya girl out! i laced them up the other night and decided to take a few pix since my bro is supposed to throw a design on the side. a before and after if you will. also note the bin of yarn behind my right foot. your girl works hard!

logic

laid out man... i was the only person on the floor. thats how bad it was. and despite the fact that it wasnt that bright in there, i had just came from the room with the strobe light so i needed the shades... i dont know why...it wasnt like i fully opened my eyes anyway...
me and my fellow volunteers!!! can you spot me? im right where i should be!





and here's video of russell simmons talking about the importance of taking the first step. it got interrupted cuz we had to go, but you get the gist.

The Christmas party

*can we take the time to enjoy my flyness? This is me in the bathroom at work. I wanted you all to see my hat!



*i think my crew and I were going pro-boob that night. Big or small.

*sing it with me now, "oh, oh, oh, put your freakum dress on!"



*oh, believe that we did the entire "get me bodied" breakdown, except the drop to your knees part. This was still the place we worked at.

And I killed the Naomi Campbell walk.

*what is that? Velvet? Lol suede? Mink? Man... I don't know.



*they gave us 2 drink tickets with which to get our alcohol. Why were the two lushiest lushes stationed mere feet away from my table? I mean, chicks didn't take not 1 ticket.

*a guy who works at the bar upstairs, "uncle" Eric. He calls me "niecey." just about the only man who matched my classic version of style.



*ok, there was this one lady who was trying to do every line dance there was, and she seemed to bump into me at every turn. She Superman-ed me, cha cha-d me, cupid shuffled me... Sigh.

*my boy Skylar (I know, right?) had the quote of the night: "2009 I'm gonna stop talking shit about people." "what about 2008 skylar?" "you gotta give me time to build up to it! And come 2010, I'm right back on ya'll asses."



* um, what are YOU doing? Please know the dude in blue was doing that ish all night. ALL night. And at one point, he has a partner! They're all bumping chests and mugging! Lawd help me.




*i accidentally erased the video of us doing the "second line," a New Orleans dance. Ooh that one was fun. It was like a smooth conga line.



*We owned the area around the stage. We did dance routines for the DJ.



*Amen for drunk white people. She was dancing.



*Smitty, an Atlanta Legend (I love this man) walking it out.



*almost all of us had on the same shoes in like 8 different colors.

Silky

I just got home from the Christmas party and yes I took pictures (and video) but before I recap (I don't wanna recap til I can put the pix up... They certainly help the story) I have to tell you what I have realized today and how I've grown.

I was getting undressed, and I'm standing in front of my mirror, and I notice again that my stockings look really good on me! Like, boudoir photography good. I mean when they say "control top", my top was in control! I had noticed earlier but I was in a rush. And when I took them off, despite it being very cold out, and having walked to the bus, and having put on lotion like 8 hours ago, my legs felt soft from my thighs down. Another thing: I barely noticed I was wearing them!

Ok, before you think I'm a nut (moreso) let me explain 2 things:

1- I hate stockings. I think they're 20th century torture. They itch, run, sag, and roll over your belly.
2- I would rather wear tights or long socks, and because of this fact, when I do wear stockings they are usually cheap.

But this time, I got some $14 Calvin Klein ones from my job. I thoroughly recommend them. They're so great! That's probably what it was. Usually I spend $1.79 on them joints. CK has got me now. No matter how often I need to wear them I'll make sure I have some Calvins on hand.

I still don't like them, but at least I don't hate them now.
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photo post!

here are a few pics i mentioned over the past month. got on the boy's high speed net and uploaded them. yay!
mikey. this picture was from when he was barely a month in my care. he was actually eating at the time. cutie.

this is my friend mary's scarf. its black if you cant tell. my first profit!

mary's scarf with lettering. since then i found a different way to do lettering. in actuality she wanted hers all black and so i had to figure it out as i went along.

kesi and i at the christmas party. arent we the cutest? he and his hats. its fuzzy cuz this is actually a photo i took of the polaroid they gave me.

me and mom on thanksgiving. i love this picture because i look so much like her! its scary!

enjoy! merry christmas! i'll probably say that on a few posts cuz this wont be the last one before the holiday.

get your party on!

so as i mentioned before, sunday was our work christmas party. they call it a holiday party but i call it christmas cuz that's my particular holiday. moving on...

of course i wore the red and black houndstooth dress courtesy of mom in law's generous donation. black tights and my red leather chinese laundry stiletos with the black heel. cute! i went to show off to mom, and she's inspecting me like i'm going to a high school party. and then the lady who is staying with us is like, why red shoes? because they look good with black tights. i had to wear the tights because regardless of how hot it is for some reason, this dress doesnt look good without tights. and i'm not wearing black tights and shoes- this is not a middle school recital i'm going to. so shh. mom in law said i looked cute and sexy. yes! she is the only one who is actually out on the town between the three of them, but even if she woulda clowned me i still woulda been happy cuz the dress was bomb.

B called me at about 8 to say he'd take us but wouldnt be going himself. he was pissed at not being able to find these lacoste shoes he thought were fly. he's a moody boy. i tried to reason with him in the car, telling him to just come in with what he had on... but i knew to let him stew in his funk.

kesi had on black pants, a black and gray striped polo and his staceys from the wedding. and the requisite black hat. sharp. we got to the party after much joking and bugging in the car, i'm glad they are getting along. but they both have that off humor...

my supervisor saw me and said i looked "tarted up," for lack of a better term. everyone that said hi kind of lingered on my cleavage. they were doing their thing last night, lol. my friend, the one who got drunk last year, who will now be refered to as DD, wanted to borrow my dress. i was like- you might stretch it a little. this girl is on the way to a breast reduction, which kesi is disappointed by. every time i mention her to someone who's never met her, he makes the "big breasts" gesture.

i ate and drank and we took a commemorative photo. i'm gonna mail it to my grandma. we danced to some oldies and we had to have been the youngest people on the floor at the time. kesi was doing his old man twostep. he looked like his mom except she tends to dance around her butt and he takes it from the knees. lol. or kicks one foot out in front of the other like a temptation. good stuff. there was a guy there who was dressed like r kelly on the 12 play album but danced like the guy from dave chapelle who does the robot. he was dancing with a woman but they were about 8 feet away from each other because his dance style consisted of him walking around the whole dance floor doing hand gestures. i'd catch him on the left side, then the right, then the left again... i felt sorry for his date. he really was getting it.

an hour into our being there, who shows up? B! horray! i was so happy he came cuz i know he'd be sitting at home bored. he had on a peach linen outfit. and the clear air forces. good disguise for lack of dress shoes.

all night i was pointing out to kesi the people i constantly talk about at home. my football player hotel manager and her husband; the Hater, who he says looks like a crazy chick; my supervisor and his, ahem, roommate. the people who want to take his place, who he laughs at for even imagining they could; the one with "five kids;" all the people who get clever nicknames. he even made up a few of his own. my kitchen hookup is now known as e40. he wore this pimpaliscious outfit complete with the glasses. foolish.

we had the electric slide and even a soul train line. older people act a mess when they get liquor in em. though i must say, when they played let me clear my throat, i did the ed lover dance and kesi did the doug e fresh head rub move. hey! they played walk it out at the end and me, Hater and DD were getting it. DD said we needed to show up the chicks from front desk cuz they felt like they were doing somethin. we walked it out all the way to them and showed them how you supposed to do it do it do it. leaving on a good note. Hater decided to hop in the car with us and B decided to let her. i have nothing to say about that...

after we left it became apparent that B was a lil messed up. why? cuz we pulled into the parking space at mcdonalds and he hit the freakin curb! boo. luckily he has this ability to never get pulled over.

all in all a great night. i looked good and had a great time. next up is new years!

little things

1. our annual holiday party is tomorrow. i finally get to wear my dress! probably about tuesday i'll have a recap which i'm sure will amuse. my drunk friend, who i'm sure i will give a new nickname, will be riding with us.

2. my car has been out of commission for about 3 weeks. kesi has been spending like crazy on it and we still are car-less. my dad is gonna take a look at it sometime this week, but we might just sell it soon. my buddy B is driving us to the party. he offered before that we should all ride together but we figured the car would be fixed by now. damn car.

3. i made my first sale. my coworker wanted a scarf and i jazzed it up by adding her initials to the stitches. it was not easy but it wasnt that hard. now everyone wants one. i have to make two more this week. one for an infant, aw! so i should have my pricing done by the end of the week. the real problem is calculating wait times. scarves take a matter of hours but a larger blanket could take months. especially if i have other things in life to take care of.

4. i am, as of january 1, insured! oh it feels so good! i'm getting everything checked out by jan 15. i havent been to a doctor, besides my yearly exam, in a long time. i'm gonna try to get that shot too. the anti-papiloma one. i've had quite a few family members with cancer, and i want to live long and healthy as possible.

the omen

so last night was A (of ABC's) costume party. fun times. but not without personal issues.

first i couldnt find the previously mentioned gingham dress- i think i gave it to charity. but i have this really cute red calvin klein party dress that fits the idea.

i curled my hair before work so it would be cute for the party, but i couldnt find hair spray. and it was raining. so my hair was cute but not as cute as it coulda been. way too much body. bad sign.

so after work we headed to the party. it was B and me. i wasnt gonna dress up cuz i didnt wanna be the only one, but when i walked in all the girls were dressed so i went to A's room to change. i effed up and broke my zipper on the back of my dress. how many guys does it take to fix a zipper? apparently more than 4. finally i safety pinned it and rocked a scarf around my waist with the tail in the back. put on my shoes and i was ready to go!

A and his sister had some stuff called hunch punch. which was that sherbet and soda deal but with alcohol instead. random alcohol. but it was good. and i was a-drinkin and a-dancin. if my hair hadnt already been messed up it woulda been cuz it was hot in there. only girls had costumes on. there was:

a witch doctor
a fairy- dodged that one...
a sexy cop
a retro chick complete with afro
a cheerleader
a school girl
a home wrecker
many indescriminate costumes and
A's sister as mystique from Xmen.

by like the 3rd drink i was a lil goofy. i hadnt eaten since 5 pm so... no i didnt throw up. the witch doctor was taking pictures and this wack bronx bomber in a pink button down wanted to show off. he grabs my hips and pushes me so i'm bent forward and starts posing and grinding. WHAT? did i say we were having sex? his friend was just as bad. who wears a tie to a house party? everyone else is all tees and jeans, this nigga got on casual friday gear. boo... i need another drink.

at some point i went outside, and who's out there? C! he got the biggest hug. he found me a cute lil turtle in his back yard. how sweet! he had on a yellow rain slicker. i kept calling him "Man in the yellow hat" like curious george. did i mention C is very short? he said he was dressed as jermaine dupri. silliness.

you know, watching white girls dance is funny. you have never experienced life until you dance to a sean paul song with a girl named sally. it was all wiggles and funny faces. of course then mr casual friday starts dancing with me and literally holding me. so C starts singing and it was funny and i fell on the floor laughing. when i got up B was like you know you just didnt want to dance with that guy. true... so me and B start dancing to some slow songs and it was like prom or something. so we started doing little spins and dips. so cute.

so i was talking to the witch doctor later that night, looking at pictures and being friendly, when along comes pink shirt. he sits this girl down, on someone else's lap no less, then proceeds to give her a lap dance. are you kidding? no thanx. he was all, yeah girl, i see you, uh huh. ew. so i'm looking at pics, all 200 of them, and pink shirt wraps his arm around me and grabs the camera once he sees a picture of himself. then shows his friend the picture of me and him and states that i was "Representin." whatever. now i was moving backward from 200 and had gotten to 95 when he takes it completely out of my hands and starts flipping in the opposite direction. mind you, he's still got his arm around my neck. i move him and get up and go to A's room to ask who the hell invited this piece of wackness.

in A's room i start taking pictures. also i mention that i hope he's washed his sheets cuz we were lying on his bed. eventually we went back in the den and danced some more. the party had to end at 4 because of party laws- so we walked it out and people left. we stayed for a few more minutes, for no particular reason. A said i was gonna be his baby's daddy in 30 years, which is as wrong as it seems. B tried to holler at the retro chick as we were leaving. cute.

in all, its a fun time. next year, mark my words, i'm going as a dominatrix.

holly-ween

does anyone remember harvest night? i know madam feels me on this one. its when all the kids from church- especially those whose parents had an active role in said church- dressed up as bible characters and played party games on halloween. it was usually held in the fellowship hall. there was candy and music and yummy food, and lots of kids in sheets and sandals.

this was our way of not feeling left out. we never trick or treated. never even answered the door that night. it was the devil's holiday. we had a costume parade at school and i sat in the principal's office with two jehovah's witnesses and a three preacher's kids. but my mom always made sure the teacher understood that i could have candy and soda with the rest of my class. we thank her for that.

where am i going with this? i dont know. i just thought of it because there are two parties this weekend and i wanna go. i've never dressed up, except as bible characters, which is, as previously mentioned, sheets and sandals. i am not looking to be anything demonish, moreso characters i find interesting which i dont get to dress as on a daily basis. for instance:

one option is a butterfly/fairy. a few years ago i was in a bodyart show "dressed" as a butterfly, and i still have the custom made wings. of course this time i'd have on more clothes. only thing is, do i really wanna walk around with wings on?

the other is kind of a fifties pinup type look. i have a gingham dress i borrowed from my high school costume closet and its not at all fit for regular wear. but they do match these candy red pumps i have, and i might even be willing to wear black stockings to give it that aguilera-esque flair. i'm considering pressing my hair anyway, and i could do bangs! i look so cute with bangs!

anyway, fun times. i'm sure i'm gonna catch a lecture from my mom over my weekend plans, but i will take it if i can have a little fun. then on wednesday i'm going to grab some halloween mini reeses for the lowski. yum.

part two: lets have babies now!

So when we last left me i was ducking in the back of the F150 so i wouldnt see us inevitably hit the dog, which looked like charlie from "All dogs go to heaven."

my eyes were shut tight, and my mind saw the poor doggie dying under the wheels of this big truck. i hear a bump, and after what seems like forever i get up.

"You hit it! oh my god. we killed it!" i look back but the road swerved and i couldnt see. C and B alternate what sounds like chanting: it got up. it got up.

"Are you sure?"

"I hit the break and the right tire hit it. should i go back?"

"No, i dont wanna see the dead dog!"

"Its not dead! it got up!"

"are you sure?"

it went on like this for a minute. i was hysterical. i know i felt something, but that was a big dog. maybe we didnt hit it. B prayed for it anyway. it was the most endearing prayer. "please let the dog live, but if it dies please know i would never kill any of your creation." i cosigned that the dog have someone who cares about it and will find it and nurse it.

it was quieter in the car until we got to campbellton and the hater called for the first time since we left her. lots of where are you's and what you doin's... booty call. later they went to ihop without me, which i believe was purposeful on her part; she waited til i was gone to ask if he wanted to go. boo. everyone knows i love ihop! but i went home and went to sleep. 5am. i was tired.

the next day i woke at 1, did some laundry, and kesi and i headed to X's 23rd birthday party. he's my oldest friend. oldie. i mock his oldness.

we went to anthony's, which i'd been to before but didnt know it. i call it food amnesia. it was so good i wanted it to be new again. X was an hour late to his own party. no matter how he argues, i know its true because he drunk dialed me the night before and said 630, 7 cp time. we were there by 7 despite getting turned around. i bought him a shirt with riley from the boondocks on it which he loved.

we sat in the italian equivalent of a booth, near pix of james dean and the beatles. i was so hungry. i ordered eggplant parm with spaghetti and challenged X to a game of pool. i lost, but not badly. i only play good when i drink. i kicked ass on my birthday after two midori sours.

the place was packed with people, some whom i've known since high school, people X raps with- he's super talented and so is his crew, and his family. his ex was there; they're still cool even though she was crazy for a minute. i decided to be nice to her and not flat out ignore her after she was a bitch to my friends. he has another friend named joy, and he found pleasure in saying, "hey joy!" and watching us both turn around.

these people are the most made for each other group ever. fun times. most of the night was spent laughing at inside jokes.

after i had eaten half of my delicious dinner and gotten a doggie bag, X's cousin jayla arrived. she's 8 months old. she stole the friggin show. she's adorable! i called her chubby and he goes, "Dont say that! she's smart!" ok... she's also chubby... and cute. when he got up he handed her to me and she immediately started sucking her thumb and put her head on my chest. i looked up at kesi and said, "Lets have babies now!" she stole my heart. he decided to walk away from my delirious ass.

later, she decided it was time to be fed. i had on a pink vickies camisole under a long-sleeved red henley- no bra (In addition to my flare leg jeans and a red scarf. my hair was still a mess from last night). lil jayla pulled down my cami- luckily she doesnt have much of a grip- and almost turned this into a different kind of party. she also passed gas on me. they said, "aw, that means she's comforatable with you!" as a person with at least 20 cousins smaller than me, i handed her off cuz i knew what it really meant. i did not wanna be on diaper duty.

later there was freestyling (funny stuff despite interruptions by parents and phones) and lots of jokes, then the place closed and we headed to the parking lot. kesi pulled out some beats he made. he's very proud of them and i'm proud of him. he makes better music than i do and i'm taking classes for it. and then X pulled out a cd of some of his songs. at this point i started beating on him because despite my asking for at least a year he wouldnt let out anything but what is now on his myspace page. i then hijacked the cd from him. he protested but gave in and i now have 10 songs on my mp3 player. ha! i win.

we talked and kicked it in the lot til 12. it was funny, people i dont know were so familiar. everybody hugs. i might have to steal his friends like i did lauren's dc crew. fun night. i told him to enjoy cuz this'll be the best year of his life.

sigh. that was my weekend.

all dogs go to heaven.

so my nights were great, barring a few incidents. here we go...

friday i went out to the royal peacock, as per usual. it was just me, B and two of his friends who are fast becoming my friends. funny enough, their names begin with A and C. i think, in my quest to not use people's names, i shall call the trio ABC.

So anyway, somehow people at work found out we were going out. natural progression; we made these plans last week. but one of these people was the hater. another was mr not gay. btw i dont at all call him that because i think being gay is wrong, i call him that cuz he does. they called B and me to find out what was up. Not Gay said he'd go if someone was paying his way and Hater wanted B to run her all over town so she could get ready. he said no and she hung up on him.

so off we go at midnight. i wore low rise jeans and a peach colored tank with a flower on it. also my white and peach pumas and glow perfume. hair half braids half fro. B's car alarm system was bootleg so as i open the door it goes off. when you turn on a light it goes off. it was janky. Hater calls on the way to ask if he'd come get her from home. he says no and they argue. lol he called her snaggle tooth. i told him to thank god he wasnt with her anymore.

fast forward. we're in the club and i look mad important cuz i have three boys with me. lol or like a ho. the important thing is if i dont want to dance with kingston's exile, i can give them a look and they come save me. A asked if he was my bodyguard. i said yes. i'm not drinking tonight cuz i cant afford it. thanks comcast.

so at about 230, in the depths of a soca mix, who shows up? Hater! and mr Not Gay and Hater's best friend. we'll call her Doll. so they jump in and start dancing and drinking immediately. i'm the only one sober, lol, but no biggie. i usually only get one drink anyway... these girls cannot dance to soca. or any caribbean music. it was all southern booty shaking from them. dont get me wrong i love my down dirty, but you gotta know how to at least wind it up people. you gotta know how to react to a man doing more than a two step.

every time i tried to dance with B, here she was trying to cut in. see why i call her hater? she was definitely choosin. but he was not trying to get chose. C on the other hand... he and Doll were trying to expand their family on the dancefloor. lots of head rubbing and major groping and grinding. they danced for an hour. haaaay...

one of the guys i danced with bought me a bottled water- closed ladies! no date rape drug! how nice. i mean, no questions asked. just as a thanks. i found $10 on the floor. LUCKY! Not Gay got drunk/high and started doing interpretive dance or something. then they played "chichi mon." dont know if youve heard it but its about how the jamaicans dont tolerate the chichi men. you know what a chichi man is. blatant intolerance, and possibly a hint?

the lights come on. we look a mess. the back of my fro is a different texture than the rest. sweat, foundation stains, soreness. i took off my bra in the car. i brought a sweatshirt so i could cover up.

driving home we roasted Hater and them and joked about the fun we had. somewhere on the West End, we're the only ones on the road, looking for the house where the man sells rims, when i look ahead...

"OH MY GOD YOURE GONNA HIT THE DOG!" I scream and duck into the back seat.

wow, havent even gotten to X's party. guess this is as good a time for a cliffhanger. part two soon.

the more i think about it,

the funnier, or at least more interesting this story is. so i'm telling it. last friday i went to the club. with:

b, my best work friend and the guy who drives me home when i dont wanna take the train.

bri, new chick at work who's as cute- and smart- as a button.

marcia, a night shift regular who feels my pain, and my love of reggae.

denny, a morning shifter from the usvi who has breathing problems and a mantra: i got five kids!

and nadia, also from the islands, whose birthday it was, and who wanted to go out despite not dancing with ANYONE but b.

so friday night we leave work at record time. the royal peacock closes at 4am but we want to have as much fun as a $20 can legally get ya. despite the fact that the club is only a few blocks away, we have to go all the way to nadia's to pick her and denny up.

we get there at about 12:30. i'm the first one dressed in my cute new extra long pink tank and shorts i refer to as "jeans underwear." accessorized with a multicolored sash worn as a belt and a vickie's bra you can almost see through my shirt. whoo that girl was smokin.

an hour, a plum and an orange soda later and we're outa there. we find parking easily and discuss why guys think yelling out a car window is supposed to make a girl with any sense want to answer. we also discussed how b looked like a pimp with 5 scantily clad girls walking down auburn ave with him.

we enter the club after being frisked, wristbanded and serenaded by a toothless crack head singing "i wanna sex you up." we head for the bar and everyone gets a drink including b and bri, who are a litte less than legal.

the music is bumping. many reggae songs i've only heard once. but all it takes is for me to finish my double of malibu- lauren's influence- to get loose enough to dance. and in a reggae club all it takes is a girl with her ass wiggling to magnetize some dude(s).

i'm dancing. bri's dancing, and she's looking like she's gonna be in a video next week. but the guys like it. nadia is of course dancing with b and the others are getting their individual grooves on. we see j, another islander who works downstairs from us. he's wearing just a white a-shirt. and he's muscles for days. and he can dance, naturally.

about this time, mr straight from a beanie man video comes up. we dance. he tries to one up me but i'm right with him. at some point he attempts to take me to the floor rump shaker style, and manages to land flat on his ass. my friends see this and do the point and laugh. needless to say he didnt wanna dance with me anymore.

j tells me he respects me. oh, so you didnt before? i tell him i grew up around jamaicans and he seems impressed. haha. so we dance and he seems more impressed.

bri starts telling guys i'm her girlfriend so she wouldnt have to dance with them. i do a very unconvincing job of making them believe it. but seeing how i'm not a lesbian...

denny had to work at 6:30 am. at about 3, she went to sit down. and directly fell asleep. asleep! mouth open, maybe some drool. in a club of bumping music. she has apnea so she's constantly nodding off. but this did it. i've never seen anyone full on snore in a club.

so 4:15 rolls around and the lights come on. actually they'd been on for a few minutes but they didnt start playing slow music until then. so we got on the highway, opting to go to bri's house first cuz she lived the farthest away, near six flags. only one problem: she really had no idea where she lived.

we drove around for almost an hour. from camp creek, the fairburn side, to cascade road and back. i'd like all of you with sidekicks, blackberrys, and the new sda like mine, to pat yourselves on the back. you will never have to worry about a drunk 19 year old who doesnt know how to get home. please visit mapquest.com to see how not close those things are to each other.

once we have an affirmed way to her house, we stop at a gas station. he made bri pay for the gas. looking back, this must have been the moment b really looked like a pimp. me in my booty shorts and nadia in her ridiculously short skirt went to the store to get food with b. some guy asked me how old i was. "Old enough not to answer you." b told me to stay until nadia finished.

we take bri home. she also has to work soon and mentions cheerios as she stumbles to the door. we drop marcia off but she cant get inside at 6am and opts to sleep in her car. next is nadia and denny, who live near me. and i get home and go straight to bed. i too have to work later that day.

i left my voice somewhere at that club and still havent really gotten it back. everyone made it to work saturday but bri. she and the cheerios had a fight. they won. we're going back the 21st to see kid capri. i loves him.

"why i dont go out" or "that creepy guy is staring at me again"

so the afore mentioned christmas party was sunday. extra fun. it was touch and go as to wether i was going to be able to get out of work to go (you cant make up excuses to get out of work so you can go to your job's christmas party, especially when the party is downstairs), but i made it and i looked jazzy as haelll( thats how you say i when you looked as jazzy as my ass did).

let me recount the day. i went to work, blabla, and creepy guy was there. creepy guy is a man(a man. he's 28) who works with us who still lives at home, smiles all the damn time and has this afro/dreds combo compareable to the adoreable crabman from "my name is earl." all this is fine in pieces, but when you put it all together it is what we like to refer to as too many adjectives. and: he's creepy. he likes every girl in our restaurant and has the mental state of a 13 year old when "flirting." i assume his still living at home has something to do with that. he's a vegetarian, which is cool, but one day when refering to a hunting show he said, "why do white people have to kill animals? animals are of color too." of color- meaning cows and deer were a part of the civil rights struggle and marched on washington too? i thinkest not.

so anyway, creepy guy went somewhere after his shift but before the party, and proceeded to come back to work high. squinty and smelly high. all cloudy up in his crabman fro. it was the dumbest thing i had ever seen anyone do. and i have seen some things. he must know we dont like him and would rat him out in a heartbeat. our shift manager was RIGHT THERE!!!! he isnt an actual employee as much as a seasonal one, so he had to be escorted into the party.

meanwhile, kesi is lost on peachtree street. my co worker had given him shady directions so i had to get a map to maneuver him through the series of one way streets that is downtown ATL. once at the parkinglot, he informs me that he has no cash and drives off to a lot that takes cards, which is CLOSED. so i must once again maneuver him back to the hotel i work at, scrounge up some money from the co worker who gave us bad directions in the first place, and go out to the lot, without a jacket, in 20 degree weather to pay the lil machine.

he was at the wrong lot. the one i wanted him to go to DID take credit. and i am cold. its time to party.

i change from a burgundy uniform to an equally burgundy but way sexier dress. kesi, who had never seen me in the dress, said something to the effect of, "wow." i told you i was jazzy. we enter the party and sit with two coworkers, one who looks like james cagney in his suit and another who looks like the pastor's wife (in a whitney houston way). and creepy guy, who is wearing a beige suit i can only assume is made of hemp. kesi volunteers to sit next to him so i dont have to. what a guy. and he looked good too. in my favorite color on him: baby blue. -drool-

we get drinks, eat a lil, the electric slide plays and of course we dance. at one point a slow song comes on and he gets prom-reminiscent and smiles all goofy at me. his "i really love you" smile. as stoic as he can be at times, he breaks out the emotion every once in a while, and its always when i least expect it.

my friends show up, we give each other compliments, i run my hands through my friends dreads and traumatise myself at how grossly sweaty they are. the dj talks over and through really good songs- at one point stopping the new T-pain song cause there were only "10 people on the floor." BASTARD. those 10, myself included, were in love. with strippers, no less. my sweaty dredded friend was singing to his "date"(another seasonal worker who asked him to take her so she could get in) and the dj messed up that moment. we didnt like him much, but when he wasnt talking he was playing the jams. i even taught kesi how to dance to latin music as best he could in tims.

i NEVER stopped dancing. not when i got soft shoed on, not when someone spilled a LITER of alcohol on the dance floor, not when creepy guy was staring at me...need i mention he had only the big chick with bad breath to dance with? and almost every time i happened to look in his general area, he was staring at me, with that goofy ass smile he has. but i just kept on dancing. reggae, salsa, hiphop...dj talksalot's remixes... til midnight.

but before midnight, my homegirl got drunk and started dancing on me and kesi. i am so sure smitty's got a pic of that. after she walked away she fell, and the dishwasher, who has a crush on any 20something that shows him slight attention, caught her and didnt let her go for the rest of the night. it would have been cute, if i didnt know she barfed all through monday.

so all in all a good night. i woke up monday morning with a burning pain in my thighs and realized i need to do this way more or not at all. i'm sure lauren has the answers to that.

i was not screening...i was at work

i am always at work. i live there now, didnt you hear?

i am always at work, or school or in transit, or rarely sleeping. i am 22 for god sakes!!!!!

i was listening to the radio yesterday morning (on my way to work, naturally) and they asked the question "who out there hasnt been out in ages?" and they wanted the best stories as to when you had been to a club or a party, and how long its been. and i thought about it...lets just run down the list:

*october: went to fur(?) in DC, waited for 1.5 hours. didnt get in. cam'ron got shot.
*april: lauren came to town. went to 112 and got there an hour before last call but still woulda paid $20. we went to intermezzo instead and had a bad time.
*february: turned 21, went BOWLING and had my first legal drink. had a great time with 5 friends.
*december: job's christmas party which kesi didnt come with me to because he "couldnt find his slacks."
* october 2002: went to some club in DC whose name sounds like b2k... lauren's friend's girlfriend whined the whole time.

and next week the christmas party comes back around. i am going and i am gonna have a damn good time if i have to give that man i date a pair of my pants to put on. then comes christmas where after my best friend (who i wrote about in the 10 minutes i had time to do so when i was taking a break from my sociology project, and could have done a better job describing how much she means to me but i was rushed as the project was due the next day and didnt have any other time to do it) reads this she will surely drag me out of the house to Compound and make me drink like the irresponsible 20something i am not. and then new years where my mother in law will try to get me to smoke weed with her, which i will decline beacuse it makes me more dizzy than anything else nowadays.

until then i have 2 finals, 3 more days of work, a song analysis i an supposed to be doing now, and a secret santa present to buy. also getting my car fixed so someone else can drive it cuz i dont have a license nor time to get one.

so no dear, i wasnt screening you. i would have loved to pick up, but i was at work. i am am always at work.