Monday, April 24, 2006
Let's see...
Friday...I was sick as fuck all the way to Detroit (that was my connecting flight)....but by the time I made it to my final destination....I was semi good. Not quite good to go...but good to sit and look like I was good to go. He picked me up and what I love about a man....is when they don't care about the parking fee...they park their car and meet you at the gate...well as close as they can get to the gate. He was in a suit, mind you....seen him only in jeans and a sweater and coat in the freezing ass wind in Time Square...Bar 89 and ending it with a hug in Time Square...again. So this suited up cat was....different but since I had a pic of him in his suit anyway...and I know he's the head honcho in Satan's Anus....the suit wasn't that big of a surprise but an added bonus...after all, ya'll know I be checking on the men in "suits".
We take our long ass ride back to where we wanna be and he drives me through the town and shows me..."the sights"....ok, nice...quiet....family community. I didn't expect anything else. After all, I've travelled enough in my day to know that Satan's Anus isn't the New York/LA of the mid-west. We were trying to figure out what trouble we should get into...we had joked back and forth about me meeting Carmel....which wasn't really a joke. Although, I DID jokingly tell him to have that broad cook us a home meal.......so, as we brushed her off and sat and had dinner with 3 other women of SA...Carmel texts him to ask if we were still coming. See, to one group of "friends" I am the cousin....to the other group of friends...I am a friend. Hmmm...either way. Nice restaurant with jazz (loud ass) music, with good company OR Carmel's spot with her trying to "entertain" me 'cause she's meeting his "family"....LOL Choice is easy....he wouldn't have felt ocmfortable and I ain't in the mood for bullshit tonight...for 1. I'm still hung-over and for 2. A bitch would have known that the only kinda cousin I coulda been would have been the kind they have in W. Virginia...and she'd prolly ended up poisoning our food. It was only after the fact, that I found out that her baby daddy is making six-figures and is a country bumpkin...otherwise we'd had a cool little hook up...him and her and me milking baby-daddy. Never mind...too complex and I ain't that complex...I'dda just got confused.
Our plan was to go to a couple of spots...that was the PLAN. My post hung-over state means that a bed is my only other "plan". So, we say goodbye to (who I THINK should be his) chocolate cutey, the lite-eyed dread chick and the older crazy broad... Am I coming back in June for a going away party???? Umm, I just met you chicks...now we hangin' partnas planning return trips? Who's paying? lol
Meanwhile, back at the ranch....it's taking us like a billion years to get back to the "actual" residence.... and then, he wants to stop and buy some shit......ok, I know it's only 10 o'clock...but I FEEL like I've been up for 24 straight....... and to make matters worse.... shit he bought didn't even work. *That there folks is something to make you wonder WTFuck did he buy*
Ok, we talked about sleeping arrangements and this cat has 3 bedrooms and a livingroom with a chair I could easily fit in and call a queen size bed as small as my ass is! I am on the futon....and with the door closed....and with the covers over my head...this muthascooter snores!
Saturday we get up and I cook some eggs, biscuits and some turkey sausage...and he makes some coffee. Wait?! We ain't married! Don't think you getting this same treatment tomorrow brotha-man. We don't end up leaving the house until 4...5...only to go for a hour stroll through the mall and BACK to eating..... Don't think I'm complaining....the fastest way to my heart is to feed me. I think I may have told him this before...
'cause Sunday morning....well afternoon, we had pizza, buffalo wings, and breadsticks in bed in front of the tv. Got BACK to Detroit and had a damn lay-over due to the weather...Michael Moore (Bow.ling for Col.umbine) was in first class back to NYC.
I had the most...peaceful weekend I have had in 7 months. Even in Puerto Rico last month, I wasn't this relaxed. No performing, entertaining, waking up early, uncomfortableness, or disagreements....just fucking relaxing. I needed the weekeend more than he knew.
....and it means more to me to have someone that I am THAT comfortable with then anything else. He's such a man, he'd never understand...but ladies.....we need to relax.....all it takes is for someone to make you feel that you can relax.
I had an hour and a half delay oming back home due to the effing weather in New Jersey. Thanks NJ.....thanks-a-freaking-lot!!
Before that however, he and I had a long talk. I don't know y'all..... but hopefully, to clear some shit up....
Dude, you and I need to talk again......
If y'all get a chance....go to the Anus....it IS as bad as he says for a single professional man...but it's NOT that bad for a professional man with a family.
Friday...I was sick as fuck all the way to Detroit (that was my connecting flight)....but by the time I made it to my final destination....I was semi good. Not quite good to go...but good to sit and look like I was good to go. He picked me up and what I love about a man....is when they don't care about the parking fee...they park their car and meet you at the gate...well as close as they can get to the gate. He was in a suit, mind you....seen him only in jeans and a sweater and coat in the freezing ass wind in Time Square...Bar 89 and ending it with a hug in Time Square...again. So this suited up cat was....different but since I had a pic of him in his suit anyway...and I know he's the head honcho in Satan's Anus....the suit wasn't that big of a surprise but an added bonus...after all, ya'll know I be checking on the men in "suits".
We take our long ass ride back to where we wanna be and he drives me through the town and shows me..."the sights"....ok, nice...quiet....family community. I didn't expect anything else. After all, I've travelled enough in my day to know that Satan's Anus isn't the New York/LA of the mid-west. We were trying to figure out what trouble we should get into...we had joked back and forth about me meeting Carmel....which wasn't really a joke. Although, I DID jokingly tell him to have that broad cook us a home meal.......so, as we brushed her off and sat and had dinner with 3 other women of SA...Carmel texts him to ask if we were still coming. See, to one group of "friends" I am the cousin....to the other group of friends...I am a friend. Hmmm...either way. Nice restaurant with jazz (loud ass) music, with good company OR Carmel's spot with her trying to "entertain" me 'cause she's meeting his "family"....LOL Choice is easy....he wouldn't have felt ocmfortable and I ain't in the mood for bullshit tonight...for 1. I'm still hung-over and for 2. A bitch would have known that the only kinda cousin I coulda been would have been the kind they have in W. Virginia...and she'd prolly ended up poisoning our food. It was only after the fact, that I found out that her baby daddy is making six-figures and is a country bumpkin...otherwise we'd had a cool little hook up...him and her and me milking baby-daddy. Never mind...too complex and I ain't that complex...I'dda just got confused.
Our plan was to go to a couple of spots...that was the PLAN. My post hung-over state means that a bed is my only other "plan". So, we say goodbye to (who I THINK should be his) chocolate cutey, the lite-eyed dread chick and the older crazy broad... Am I coming back in June for a going away party???? Umm, I just met you chicks...now we hangin' partnas planning return trips? Who's paying? lol
Meanwhile, back at the ranch....it's taking us like a billion years to get back to the "actual" residence.... and then, he wants to stop and buy some shit......ok, I know it's only 10 o'clock...but I FEEL like I've been up for 24 straight....... and to make matters worse.... shit he bought didn't even work. *That there folks is something to make you wonder WTFuck did he buy*
Ok, we talked about sleeping arrangements and this cat has 3 bedrooms and a livingroom with a chair I could easily fit in and call a queen size bed as small as my ass is! I am on the futon....and with the door closed....and with the covers over my head...this muthascooter snores!
Saturday we get up and I cook some eggs, biscuits and some turkey sausage...and he makes some coffee. Wait?! We ain't married! Don't think you getting this same treatment tomorrow brotha-man. We don't end up leaving the house until 4...5...only to go for a hour stroll through the mall and BACK to eating..... Don't think I'm complaining....the fastest way to my heart is to feed me. I think I may have told him this before...
'cause Sunday morning....well afternoon, we had pizza, buffalo wings, and breadsticks in bed in front of the tv. Got BACK to Detroit and had a damn lay-over due to the weather...Michael Moore (Bow.ling for Col.umbine) was in first class back to NYC.
I had the most...peaceful weekend I have had in 7 months. Even in Puerto Rico last month, I wasn't this relaxed. No performing, entertaining, waking up early, uncomfortableness, or disagreements....just fucking relaxing. I needed the weekeend more than he knew.
....and it means more to me to have someone that I am THAT comfortable with then anything else. He's such a man, he'd never understand...but ladies.....we need to relax.....all it takes is for someone to make you feel that you can relax.
I had an hour and a half delay oming back home due to the effing weather in New Jersey. Thanks NJ.....thanks-a-freaking-lot!!
Before that however, he and I had a long talk. I don't know y'all..... but hopefully, to clear some shit up....
Dude, you and I need to talk again......
If y'all get a chance....go to the Anus....it IS as bad as he says for a single professional man...but it's NOT that bad for a professional man with a family.
# posted by Blah Blah Blah : 2:52 PM
