Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Rants and Ravings...


So I get perturbed quite often, but it comes out of nowhere. Case in point, just a few days ago I sent the following email to THE GIRLS.

Dear GIRLS,

Ok, I don't know why I am so disturbed...but let me tell you what has disturbed me within the past 30 minutes.

1) I fell asleep on the couch for 15 mins and woke up with the strongest craving for chocolate..like I was going to make a cake, but a bitch ain't got no cake pans !!! Then I throw on my coat with $2 and head to the bodega and cop a Kit Kat and a Twix. The Kit Kat was devoured before I got into my house.

2) "Swagged Out at 40" birthday parties. JUST STOP IT !!! I need to get off Facebook, because people and their lamer than lame parties and pictures are destroying me.

3) A nigga...yes, a dude actually emailing back about business. "I am in transition right now, once I get settled I will call you around brunch time."...What dude says that ? brunch time ??? Nigga, yo brunch time ain't my brunch time. I brunch AFTER lunch...so what time is that ?

4) Not having hot sauce in the house. It never fails...I never have hot sauce and I ALWAYS run out of toilet paper !!!!

5) Mail...ain't nothing in it but bad news...so I just don't check it until the mailman starts putting it ON TOP of the mailbox.

And no, I am not about to start my period. I am actually on the end of it, so I have no idea why I have all of this angst.

- PARTY GIRL

and to keep the angst going....and to further confirm the notion I need to stay off of Facebook, here is #6.

Any grown ass woman getting a birthday cake made to look like a Louis Vuitton, Gucci or Macy's bag needs to be flogged !!!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

So...I STILL Need to Stop Drinking...


I can't say my fooleywang antics are as bad as they were in my 20's. I can also happily report that I no longer feel that I need to hurry up and get pregnant so I can stop drinking so much. However, this past week has been one of the most stupidest (yes I said it) and irresponsible weeks in alcoholic consumption since I was studying for the New York Bar Exam in Miami five years ago.

PARTY GIRL...that be me.... had a rough week last week. I was stressing about hearing from a potential employer, my finances were giving me the gas face and my house was a mess. So my best way of dealing was to party !!! I rounded up one of our trusted MFs, JUJU GIRL and DADDY'S GIRL and we hit a Happy Hour on Friday evening. The drinks were 2-for-1 and I was soooo ready to get my unwind on. It didn't help that prior to making it to the spot I was wasting time at DADDY'S GIRL's apartment having my private cocktail hour with her Grey Goose. I am a cognac gal, but decided to consume vodka because "it tends to hit me harder". FAMOUS LAST WORDS !!!

Anywho, the event was festive. Not too much talent in the men department though which didn't help since I was man scouting for DADDY'S GIRL. I was already buzzed, but told JUJU to order me some cocktails before the 2-for-1 ended. We cocktail it up, chat it up and dance it up. From what I remember of the evening, I danced with a man who looked like Osama Bin Laden and also another man who looked like Big Pun then went home around 10:30 pm. No biggie right ? WRONG !!!

I didn't fully understand the magnitude of that evening until two days later. It took all of Saturday to recover and we all met up on Sunday to watch football and that is where I got the recap. I'll share the details later.

Fast forward to last night. I attend yet another Haitian Relief event, however, this thang was JUMPIN !!! You hear me ? The Hennessy was free, all of my favorite DJs were spinning and the place was packed out in all its festive glory. I dance, I laugh, I cocktail it up, I am home and in my bed by midnight. Still no biggie right ? WRONG !!

Below you will find a list of ALL the things I did while under the influence of alcohol this week. The good news is I am still alive. So here goes...

PARTY GIRL GETS WASTED AND DID THE FOLLOWING:

1) Backed that thang up on Big Pun in the middle of the dance floor. Like, "face down, ass up...that's the way we like to _____" type backing that thang up.

2) Found a dime bag of weed and some money in the ladies restroom. I left the money and took the weed !!

3) Texted my NGF with this message: "You make me happy....now bring your ass into the city so I can go home !"

4) Took multiple pictures double fisting vodka cocktails and making faces like Snooki from Jersey Shore. I did not see said pictures until that Sunday and was like "OMG ...I don't remember ANY of this !!"

5) Hooked my girl up with some random ass dude at the bar. Yeah, the problem is she lives in Florida and he is (I have come to find out) weird. I hope she doesn't call him.

6) Spent ALL day Saturday throwing up....water and pickles.... all OVER my house. Couldn't make it to the bathroom fast enough...ewww

7) Told the bouncers at the Haitian event last night that one of my former flames was a sponsor of the event just so he could get in. "Dude, if you don't let him in that is so your ass. He's a freaking sponsor." He was SOOOO not a sponsor...ahaha

8) Allegedly slapped said former flame across the face while at the party. I don't remember doing this, but he swears I did.

9) Texted NGF, "I miss you....you better be glad I am nice to you. I ain't nice to everybody...now come pick me up". (I have come to realize that anytime I am around my ex or attractive men for that matter, I ALWAYS reach out to NGF. For safety reasons. I refuse to mess up this relationship over some bullshit !!)

10) Seriously, accidentally called my former flame by NGFs name. Oh that REALLY pissed him off. I think he was more pissed at that than he was by my cutting him off everytime he talked about when we dated. I was like, "dude, we never dated...that was not dating..we were just keeping company or something, because now everytime I am around you or I see you, I am constantly reminded about what a relationship is. I have a relationship now, I don't know what that was we were doing."

Bonus:

11) Found said dime bag of weed in the back pocket of the jeans this morning. Thank GOD I didn't smoke it. I just took a drug test yesterday...PARTY GIRL has a job now suckas....

Time to get my shit together..... again....

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Untitled...


I may ruffle some feathers with this one...but OH WELL !!!

Experience is my best teacher. I can read about something, see others go through something, but until I experience that particular one thing personally, a life or professional lesson does not hit as close to home. I read statutes every day, but once a Judge denies my petition and/or motion because of one itty bitty nuance in my interpretation of said law I become VERY familiar by trial and error with how to apply it in the future.

One thing I have learned, and a TON of experience has taught me this, is to take my time in relationships. YES !!! Actually taking your time getting to know someone in a romantic, heck even on a friendship level.

THE GIRLS have many different personalities when it comes to our outlooks on life and most definitely love. Some of us are skeptics, some are hopeless romantics, some of us are cautiously optimistic and some of us are flat out ignorant when it comes to matters of the heart. Many of us, both men and women, have been all four at one point in our lives, however, who is to say what is wrong or right in proceeding in certain arenas in our lives as we get older ?

In one of my conversations with my beloved grandfather he shared a story with me that had me looking sideways at first, but then had me nodding in agreement. My grandparents were married for 62 years before my grandmother passed away. They met and became engaged rather quickly, but in those days, engagements and courting were not as long as it is now. I once asked my grandfather what made him want to marry my grandmother, he responded, "well, she was cute and she wanted kids. I could tell she really loved kids and I wanted kids, so I figured she was a good woman."

****BLANK STARE*****

You mean to tell me, you picked this woman as your wife because she was cute and wanted kids ? I was expecting to hear something extremely romantic since they have been married a lifetime. I expected to hear something straight from WE or The Oxygen Channel, something like, "I saw this gorgeous woman and I knew God sent her to me. The heavens opened and I heard God say, 'Son, that is your wife'. She was the epitome of what a woman should be, cupid shot me in my heart and I was all hers."

But NO, this man, while still chewing on his subway sandwich, said he used his head in making this decision and surmised he would go ahead and marry this cute woman who wanted kids because he had just returned home from the war and wanted a family. However, the kicker to me was the irony and somewhat parallel story that ran similar to my dealings in love and life. Apparently my grandfather met and fell in love with a young girl when he was in junior high school. He just KNEW that he was going to marry this woman. His heart had told him this over the years they spent as classmates, as friends and as they dated. Once he went away to boarding school for High School, he would write letters to her and visit when he came back to his hometown. Right before graduation and before his enrollment into the Army, he received a letter from his mother telling him that his girlfriend had gotten married to another man. He was heartbroken and spent all of his time in the Army as a single "Joe".

Now, I was devastated to find out that some other hussy had my grandfather's heart before he married my grandmother, but I could sympathize with him on some level as the same thing had happened to me. A man I was head over heels in love with, whom I just KNEW I was going to marry ultimately broke up with me and married someone else.

I was having a conversation a couple of weeks ago with my grandfather about NGF. He asks so many questions that I don't have the answers to. Most times I have to tell him to calm down, NGF and I aren't rushing things in our relationship. We are getting to know each other on so many levels and having fun with it. I then said to him, "Grandaddy, I've made so many dumb, quick and irrational decisions in love based upon following my heart and not consulting my head and that wasn't smart . I think this time I am going to see where my head leads me." He understood...

I too have rushed into relationships thinking that I was in love after knowing someone for two weeks, or one month or three months. The truth of the matter is I didn't know anything about these men and really didn't know anything about myself. I get uncomfortable around some of THE GIRLS who currently confuse infatuation with love. I listen to their stories and support their happiness. However, I become extremely independently cautious about some of their relationships. I haven't found the right way to express my concern, while still being supportive. I don't want to come off as a hater, so I tend to just support their happiness and tell them to "be smart and don't fu&^ him too soon."

I can honestly say that I have adopted a more mature and patient relationship with love and incorporating it into my life. I now know love is something more than butterflies in your stomach when he calls you. I know love is more than feeling giddy that you have a regular Friday night date. I know love is more than skinnin and grinnin in someones face. I know love is more than having mind blowing sex. I know that love is more than meeting your significant other's friends and family. I now know that love encompasses so much more than that small box I once sought to place it in.

I was having a conversation with SUNSHINE GIRL the other day. She is dating a nice guy and I am happy that she is happy. She inquired about NGF and I told her the truth. I made a head decision to date him, and I am happy to find that my heart has caught up with my head.

Do you go with your head or follow your heart in relationships ?

Depends on who you ask....

Monday, January 11, 2010

We Don't Want To Overwhelm Them ....


Over the holidays I accompanied NGF to a gathering hosted by one of his line brothers. Though I met about half of his friends already, I was now meeting the girlfriends, fiances and wives of these closest friends. I was a tad bit nervous, extremely overdressed and had SO MUCH side eye after being there for about 20 minutes.

When I hear the words "house gathering", I automatically assume that these gatherings are tantamount to those held by THE GIRLS. A little idle chatter, doses of laughter, a lot of dancing and even more liquor. When I arrived, I made pleasantries, retrieved a cocktail from NGF and sat back to observe. Yup....observe. I can't say that I have been in an environment where people actually sat around and had conversations about current events....at a holiday house gathering. I was secretly thinking, "What in the Love Jones hell is going on here ?"

I informed NGF that I may have to step out for a second to show my face at a party being held by CALI GIRL and one of our MFs, and I couldn't get up out of that house fast enough. I was going to return, but I had to see some familiar faces. Making idle chatter with new people isn't something I've had to do in a while, especially when you want to make a good impression. Though EVERYONE at that gathering was younger than me, I care about what NGF cares about, so I had to put my best foot forward.

Anywho, as soon as I stepped into the room at CALI's party it was like a breath of fresh air. Cocktails, loud women, lound singing, cocktails and BEYONCE !! I was back in familiar territory of women who danced as if no one was looking and sang like no one cared we were as tone deaf as most of us are. For an entire hour, I was like a caged lion being freed from her captive. After about an hour of dancing and carrying on with THE GIRLS, I realized I needed to head back to NGF and his friend's gathering.

Once I got back, it was still as quiet as The Dickens, even more so because everyone was eating. I still could NOT fathom why there was no music in the background. Heck, the TV wasn't even on. I smile, introduce myself to new faces, get another cocktail and observe somemore. Then out of nowhere, here comes the game TABOO. Now, I have always had a great time playing this battle of the sexes game with THE GIRLS and our crazy MFs, however, I wondered if it would be the same with this new crew. To them it was funny, competitive and festive. To me it was nostalgic. I felt no need to compete. I mean after all, this is old shit to me...and I don't know these folks like that to be yelling and carrying on...heck, they just met me.

To show I was a good sport, I participated in a round. The first word was "Fiesta". My clue to them was, "this was the first song released with Jay-Z and R. Kelly". Someone yelled "Best of Both Worlds", the others just stared with blank faces. Um,ok...

I later told this story to some of THE GIRLS and FASHIONISTA GIRL'S boyfriend. I was like "WHO does not have Beyonce playing and dancing going on at a house gathering ? Like who are these people ?" I found it hilarious that FG's boyfriend admitted to us that he had to get used to us when they first started dating. His take was, "Who are these loud girls, dancing and falling everywhere ? This is crazy !! " It has become very evident that we take some getting used to. THE GIRLS are fun, THE GIRLS are loud, THE GIRLS don't care, THE GIRLS dance, THE GIRLS drink and cuss like sailors, THE GIRLS always have fun ....anywhere.

What can I say ? THE GIRLS definitely take some getting used to.

I realized that night meeting his peoples really was not for me. It was my "unveiling" of sorts to the "couples" crew of NGFs closest friends. So I took it on the chin. Smiled. Acted like I had home training. Try to give his boys a reason to give me the stamp of approval...ahaha...Ya know ?

WHATSONEVAH !!!! They gone get to know me REAL soon. If it's going to be festive, let it be festive. I know they are mostly from the West Indies, so I'll even settle for some Buju Banton...hell, even Rihanna's crazy ass. Just PLEASE...let us have some music and dancing next time. Thanks...