i bet you thought that since i got engaged i had sworn off this blog, surrounded myself with those huge Modern Bride books, and started planning THE EVENT of 2007. Or, at the very least that i had even started the planning process. Or, in a complete twist, that i had decided to dedicate this blog completely to the subject of wedding planning. HA! little did you know that i’ve only been missing because i’ve been lazy. and if you really wanna know how wedding plans are going, i’ll tell ya – they’re great! but i’m not gonna suck you in right now. now is the time for catching up.
Last monday , 1/09 Tif scored tickets to the opening night of CATS. since I’ve been attempting to absorb as many classic movies, theater, and music as possible, i was utterly excited. unfortunately, i was in the middle of my second cold in 3 weeks, so i sneezed and snotted my way thru the…lackluster performance. all in all, i’m glad i finally got to see it – for the experience.
last wednesday, 1/11, i conned both tif and my girl from atlanta into going out clubbing with me. i had spent so much time in the house being sick that i couldn’t wait to get moving to some speaker thumping music. little did they know that although we left the house at 9pm, and they were ready to turn in about 10:30, i wasn’t letting up until last call. the next day -hungover – i dragged myself to work and wrote apologizing emails to both tif and my friend. seems that i’m not as young as i used to be and apparently, they read the memo. i must’ve thrown it in the recycle bin.
We spent the weekend before the King holiday in Ft. Washington with The Newlyweds and friends. Over the course of the weekend I learned quite a few things.
For example, no one is feeling my plans for a classic Black & White wedding. apparently its essential that I have some type of accent color. now i’m threatening to throw in some strategically placed leopard print and snakeskin!! listen man, Black and White. its formal, its classy, you can’t mess it up. Black and White. get used to it. plus, i’m black and tif is …..light. so really, its a manifestation of our ebony and khaki love. *smile*
I also learned that even tho I tell people that I’m just learning how to play spades, that doesn’t mean they’re going to take even a second of pity on me. plus, although there are about 80,000 variations of the game, somehow all of them include the number one rule “Black folks must talk shit at all times.” here i am trying to remember the order of the jokers and the 2′s and all that crap and this lady is berating me about the head. i had to escape to the restroom to have a good cry and reevaluate my color, fortunately, my girl was able to take my seat. — most of this account isn’t true, but it could have been.
I also learned how to play Texas Holdem that weekend and learned that until someone associates those little plastic chips with actual money in my wallet, it means nothing to me. I also learned that I’m overly fond of the term “All In”.
Thursday the 19th I really wanted to go “urban socializing”, meaning that I didn’t want to have to get jiggy fly to go out. i really wanted to get in touch with my hood roots and hang in a cut rate bar or something. or at least that’s what i thought. even tho i gave both tif and ATL girl ample heads up that this was going to be an urban outing, they seemed somewhat taken aback when we actually arrived at the bar. i was pretty aware that the evening was going to be a short one when an 8 foot tall, 7 foot wide chick patted us down at the door. it was later brought to my attention that my new homie from the ATL aka Miss Priss (*L*) got a much more thorough groping than i did, but what can i say, i’m sure it was for her own safety. *L* .
we walked in and watched one of the staff rehanging the lights above the pool table that had apparently been knocked down by a recently ended fight. quaint. but see,here’s the thing, i really wan’t messed up about it. i’m OF the hood and sometimes i find a craving to reimmerse myself so that i can really appreciate just how far i’ve come. don’t let the ivy league degree fool you, although i didn’t grow up *in* the projects, i did grow up around the corner. LOL. so really, i wasn’t ready leave, i was all good, but i can understand that other folks may not be as comfortable in *the element* as i am. tif had taken off to the restroom and i turned to Miss Missy and asked “so you wanna leave now?” she, boring holes thru my brain with the “how-could-you-bring-me-here” ill grill reasoned “well, i don’t want to cause a scene by coming in and walking right back out, so let’s just get one drink and then we’ll leave”. cool.
Queen Suburbia and i stand at the bar, waiting on the bartender to notice how out of place we look and approach us, when suddenly this….person sitting in front of us turns around and gives me a more-than-once over. now, i’m not self conscious, and lawd knows that i’m usually pretty confrontational, but as soon as me and this chick made eye contact, i knew i was waaaay too out of practice to throw down with the likes of …it. tell me why this chick had on opaque gray tights, wool bootie shorts, and a red sateen camisole. the whole time that we had been standing behind her she had been gyrating in her seat to some unheard beat. ATL girl had already brought my attention to it, and i remembered that i should have warned her that this place was not only above a carry out, but there was a grungy strip club next door. i immediately saw her write my name on her shit list in her head, but she only nodded and suggested that we move further down the bar to wait for the bartender. great idea. we got our abso-cranberries,gulped them and we were out of there within 12 minutes of the time we walked in the door, off to Eden’s Lounge with “Our Kind of People”.