Writing My Wrongs

The night before AJ and I had made our way home after 2 music sets and 2…3…4 glasses of wine and a huge plate of nachos we shared. Listening to music…and the band hot, on fire! Not for sure but…doped up they may have been but it mattered not because they flew from rock, to old school hip hop, to r&b, to MJ… the music made my heart vibrate but the voice made me want to throw my panties but …I’m too old for that shit and even when I was a spring chicken…I wasn’t throwing my draws on no one’s stage…eva.

I got home and crashed…but made sure to set my alarm for 10 because I knew at 11am I had to be at Sarabeth’s for brunch.
Ummm, I woke up early but I got caught up straightening my things and searching for shit to wear since everything was still in boxes…I ended up being late…for my brunch double-date. I was meeting AJ and Slish for brunch. I recall texting Slish early to ask if he could pick me up…but he text me back AT 11 to say, sure. I am thinking…broham, your late! I ended catching a gypsy cab to 81st and Amsterdam. AJ and I met up first at the restaurant…I knew that she’s be outside because without fail…there was going to be a wait. She says it’s the home-made biscuits…I say that that’s just NY on a Sunday morning for brunch. Slish showed up in the batmobile and …well we got our tables and our mimosa’s and then the conversation began. Now…I know Slish from way back…and I know AJ from way back…but Slish and AJ had not yet met so I sat back and let their conversation flow. I have things on my mind and my brain is weary. I have bruises and muscle spasms from moving and as usual…I have a headache. I was having a good time but…my mind was on what was going on internally.
It must have been in this time that Slish turns to me and says…”Dev said you looked like you had a lot on your mind. Have you lost weight?” I laughed because if anything…I have gained a good 200 lbs in the last month but…I grunted at Dev’s perceptiveness and grunted again because Slish had reached across and emphasized my smallness by checking out my flabby arms.
Slish, ever the one to take care of me, had his cousin Dev help me move. It was but a day or two earlier that his other cousin Bowie had told me where to take AJ in Bowie. And it was Slish who orchestrated my move.
He told me I looked tired.
He asked if I was ok.
He meant it this time but this time…we didn’t have time for that conversation….and truth be told…he knows everything as it is. So…I’d just be reiterating things I have already said and …I was tired of telling that tell.

We parted and I took pics…ever the one to save a moment. *Group pics posted on facebook...*
Slish to …home?

AJ and I headed to …everywhere…lol We walked and talked and looked and we were quiet. We finally ended up in Central Park again…and this day…we took a table at the Boathouse and I snatched my first NY bar menu from there. We drank…and drank…her a chardonnay and me a cabernet. Cheese, and fruit…we talked about life and love and what all that means at the end of our days and where do we take that knowledge and how doe sit affect us.
Next stop…well…next 3 stops on our way to dinner… hmmm, was it jazz music, the Afro-Caribbean music and finally Hatian music?








And if that were not enough…we went ol’ skool NY in the summer time and ended with watching Studio 54 alumni as they took it back to the Roxy and roller-skated to disco music… reminded me of beat street, electric boogaloo, Staying Alive and every other movie from back in the 80’s.
We ended up at Arte Italiano or something like that for dinner and over a bottle of rose... I learned AJ’s story and I learned where she became the strong woman that she is and I learned that life gives you wisdom and wisdom you have to teach…to share.
We parted and made promises of more trips and more conversation and to remember that we have spent the better part of 2 weeks together. I knew I’d miss her the moment she walked away. I had a friend form Cal…like my other friends from Cal…and I knew that come Monday morning…she’d start her journey back to LA.

I’ve deliberately opened my festering wound and let the puss seep out so that I could clean it up and salve it with a medicine that would take away the pain and the disease that tried to settle in and destroy me…
I’ve scraped away the crusty scabs that had not healed…and put a new protectant on my wounds to make them clean. It is time to close those soars and let them heal, to remember where the scars come from so that I know never, ever to play with fire and the devil’s trident again…

Today was a perfect day and I felt arms around me and I was…inspired… IMAGINE.



Here is our last look out onto CPW.