I had to google the title of this post to make sure I had it correctly. Yup, I do. It means to quickly respond to something. I usually don't do this, b'cept in the guy category. My divorce had me verrrry leery of men. I can easily look back now and see that I was a scared, heartbroken lil thang who shut shyt down if ANY guy said one damn thing to me that didn't sound quite right. In hindsight, I regret some of those actions. I allowed less overtly wicked ones to weasel their ways into this heart o' mine, while fending off those whose intentions were probably more pure. Pure might be a stretch. Less wicked will suffice. It's okay. It really is. I've learned a whole lot and ain't that what it's all about? I'm finally able to exhale. I swear it took forever, but thankfully my Buddha spirit and some mean daimoku guided me. I'm not mad or sad. I'm actually on the road to happiness and hopefulness.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Last night was so damn fun, and there's nothing better than an unexpected cackle. Wait, yes there is. What's better, is an unexpected, seemingly never-ending, hardy laugh. I had that. I did that.
The day was a normal, work day. My work hubby and I made up...again and all was well. The kids arrived home safely from school and I was all set to work on some blog drafts, when my homeboy texts me about the comedy show he was attending later. I told him that my co-worker and her guy went the previous night. He asked what she said, because apparently this was a new show, and I told him that she hadn't reported back. After a brief conversation with her, it turns out they didn't go, but were on the way, at THAT moment. I got giddy. I texted my homeboy and yeah so I basically invited myself to kick it with him, his lady, his boy, and his lady, thus therefore making myself their +1.
Fast forward to warning the kids about not opening the door and keeping hands off of the other. I threw on something cute and comfy and bolted. Ah, the advantages of having older kids!
I arrived to find my co-worker and her boo sitting at the perfect seat, holding an empty space for me. I was their +1 too, awww. (Are you detecting the love?) The show didn't start until after 8, which was cool. It gave me a chance to call my girl and holla at her for a minute. While I was outside, my homeboy and nem arrived. I dapped them up (still on the phone) and they went inside. I followed soon thereafter when I heard intro music! I gets in and the local comedian Red Grant is on stage. He's the host and he was pretty damn funny. I've never seen or heard him, but I was pleasantly surprised at how I was laughing. I'd only had one drink, so don't blame it on the alcohol. He intro'd a few comics, and the lead singer from the go-go band Suttle Thoughts came on. Had chicks up in there swooning. Right before the featured comic, Red pulled a guy onto the stage who apparently is repping the DMV area AND is part of Prince's band. Yes theeee Prince. That dude played a phucking harmonica. Nah, he murdered that shyt. Peep my vid and pardon my cheers.
While I'd already gotten a good dose of my laugh on, nothing prepared me for what was next. Red Grant did the whole "coming to the stage we got...." thing. Immediately, I peeped the comic's dimple. It was so deep and prominent and just precious. He said a few jokes and I think I saw a white light. I'm not lying. The rest of the night was a hilarious blur of sorts. And if I couldn't fall back on my good looks, I'd be really embarrassed at my behavior. I became "that chick." You know...the one who loses all control of everything just because they're laughing. That was me. At some point, during the evening I:
The day was a normal, work day. My work hubby and I made up...again and all was well. The kids arrived home safely from school and I was all set to work on some blog drafts, when my homeboy texts me about the comedy show he was attending later. I told him that my co-worker and her guy went the previous night. He asked what she said, because apparently this was a new show, and I told him that she hadn't reported back. After a brief conversation with her, it turns out they didn't go, but were on the way, at THAT moment. I got giddy. I texted my homeboy and yeah so I basically invited myself to kick it with him, his lady, his boy, and his lady, thus therefore making myself their +1.
Fast forward to warning the kids about not opening the door and keeping hands off of the other. I threw on something cute and comfy and bolted. Ah, the advantages of having older kids!
While I'd already gotten a good dose of my laugh on, nothing prepared me for what was next. Red Grant did the whole "coming to the stage we got...." thing. Immediately, I peeped the comic's dimple. It was so deep and prominent and just precious. He said a few jokes and I think I saw a white light. I'm not lying. The rest of the night was a hilarious blur of sorts. And if I couldn't fall back on my good looks, I'd be really embarrassed at my behavior. I became "that chick." You know...the one who loses all control of everything just because they're laughing. That was me. At some point, during the evening I:
- dramatically fell over the bar where I was sitting,
- stood up declaring that I was going to leave,
- begged the comedian to get off the stage,
- stomped my feet,
- spun COMPLETELY around on my stool,
- turned my back to the comedian,
- grabbed the lady beside,
- leaned on the lady beside me,
- extended my hand for five, from the lady beside me,
- high fived the lady beside,
- did the previous 3 things to my co-worker...and her guy,
- walked over to the my homeboy's table and did said things to him and his lady,
- hollered,
- yelled at the comic to "stop"
- loudly answered the questions he posed to the audience,
- finger snapped,
- was all "uh, no he didn't,"
- complained about my cheeks and abs hurting, and
- unapologetically did the most.
Everybody deserves to freely feel what I felt and I hope that one day you do.
P.S. How much of a wanksta would I be if I didn't tell you who had me in stitches actin' a complete fool? His name, drum roll...Mark Viera!!!!!!!!!! Here's a taste of what he did.
Enjoy!!!
Enjoy!!!
Monday, June 13, 2011
I tweeted this a few minutes ago.
"aGoalDigger aGoalDigger
"aGoalDigger aGoalDigger
Why do people get "mad" when I'm texting or such on my phone? Seriously, am I supposed to disconnect 'cause ur in my company? I wonder..."
I felt compelled to pop over here and delve a little further, because that tweet came as a result of the Facebook and Twitter profile picture change. It's this now.
My cousin posted on my wall "
Friday, June 3, 2011
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