Wednesday, July 29, 2009
She's the Party Girl
if it will make me feel better...I have nothing else to lose...
This is how I know I have grown up or either gotten old as hell...
I had been out since around 7pm and it was 12:30am when I looked at my watch and told my girl that I was heading home.
"Nooo, you’re my wing girl. You are the perfect wing-girl. Please come with me to One."
She added that I looked pretty, her little side dude told me I looked good and that there were to be plenty of men there....but see, that's not a selling point for me.
Either I am going...or I am not going...and at all times, it's up to me.
I am not generally swayed by what it is you want to do…selfish but…selfish I am.
I stood there watching them for a hot second as they acted like little lovesick teenagers with big ass smiles on their faces and all giggly and shit…bouncing around like excited puppies… I knew I had made the right choice.
So I jumped in the cab and I yelled out the window, loud enough for all gods creatures to hear...
He's not allowed upstairs, make sure of that!
He said, oh man....
She said, but what if we aren't ready to end the night?
I said, then you better do all your fucking in the car if that's what you got to do but he's not allowed upstairs.
The both laughed at me as well as half the sidewalk behind them…
…I waved farewell with my body leaning half out of the window like some old black and white movie…all extra…all dramatic and shit…and made my way uptown.
I sat in the back seat and realized that NYC was HOTT on a Tuesday night. But it's always busy down on 9th between eleventeen and twentyteen...restaurants and lounges everywhere. Doesn't hurt that The Roots were having a free concert RIGHT across the street from us [Maritime Hotel] and the line was no less than TWO blocks long...
I leaned in close and propped my boo-bies over the seat and started to talk to the cabbie...I’m not tipsy and I am not flirting but I am feeling pretty on this wonderful night in the heart of the city…and since I had no one to talk to...I was gonna gab away with the cabbie as he maneuvered the intricacies of yellow cab etiquette …which means he was driving dangerously like a bat out of hell. But I am used to the jerky movements of fast, and stop…
I swear they don’t know what the hell “slow down” or “cruise” means…but I guess time is money for them so…he and every other cabbie was out trying to make their money. I held on to the back of his seat for dear life as I tried to maintain my composure and generate lite conversation…
He tells me that he has had a busy night, so much in fact, that he was heading home early since he’d made his desired amount of money already. Which got me curious about how much is a desired amount for an evening out?? Of course I can’t ask him that…it’d be tacky…but then again…how would I ever know how much a cabbie brings in???
He talked to me about Queens, where he lives…alone… and as usual I told him the only time I'd ever been to Queens was on the 7 train to the Mets stadium and on the highway to and from JFK.
He proceeds to tell me he'd be more than willing to give me a tour one day and then take me to a late lunch or early dinner...
At this point I really feel like a live episode of TaxiCabConfessions and I start in on a lie about me dating someone right now and how I can't do too much without him being all jealous and CRAZY like... of course all lies but here too is where I have grown up or old...
I didn't want to just hurt the mans feelings and blast him out of the water with a “hell naw” comment…LOL After all...he could easily drive slower or take me the long way home and I end up having to pay the extra fare...lol So I put the blame of me not being able to hang out with him off on some imaginary boyfriend.
What do I care if I’m rude? Well, black women are notorious for being snobby with service workers so…I couldn’t perpetuate that stereotype, especially since I had sat my boo-bies all up in his face and small talked…c’mon now, I know what the fuck I was doing… Good thing I didn’t run into a crazy, right???
Ok, maybe I haven’t grown up…or maybe I was tipsy and forgot I was…lol
The driver “understood” and no longer tried to flirt with me but kept the conversation going. He even waited for me to get in my lobby door before driving off which is unheard of from a cabbie…in Harlem. Good thing I have a double door at apt lobby otherwise I might have a taxi cab stalker...lol
I got home at 12:50....that right there lets you know...I am either grown up or old.
The evening started out with me being invited to the mixer...I invited my girl because she needs to start meeting ppl that can help her along, instead of hanging with rappers dressed like LilWayne; muscley, wearing wife-beaters. Nice to look at but not really gonna help you get in the corporate door or on Obama’s green initiative. Yes, he's cute but he isn't someone she can take to a corporate event, hence she called him AFTER we'd left said mixer, to take her to one of the many juke joints [aka hang out spot] around the area.
She came to the mixer and from there we were headed to a Jets players bday party...and from there we were headed to jazz on the rooftop at Empire Hotel.
Well...we started at Maritime Hotel...and I ended at Maritime hotel.
I just didn't have anymore energy for arrogant ass "pitch" men that think being an asshole or being snarky quantifies as flirtatious report. It's crass and boring. Go. Away!
Plus One is known as the spot to be to meet celebs/athletes [as if that can’t be said about most NYC latest lounges/bar/restaurants] and as I have said many a time before my groupie days are long over...plus men my age don't hang out like that...oops, I meant...my calibre of men don't hang out like that unless they are "in the business" and I don't have the mentality to maintain a superficial conversation like that, well I do…but not tonite. Already my cheeks were hurting from my fake smile I had plastered on my face from meeting this and that person. Not that I didn't have a good time...but a...2 pitchers of sangria [again] and 2 glasses of merlot [which I hate...] and 1 glass of Cabernet...it was either plaster the fake smile or have the zoned out drunk look in my eyes.
[view the photos on FB]
Everyone had fun...and some...too much fun...lol
Sooo I am here...about to head to bed because it seems like I have been up since FOREVER. Meeting ppl that I will not remember and the one person who I was checking for...was not able to be gotten to because his boy was not letting me carry on a conversation with anyone but himself.
So I let perfection go and settled for being...the wing girl.
Which in the end suited me...
Sort of...turns out, I wasn’t suited that well for it...
Ol’ girl woke up fully dressed this morning and she calls me from her extra phone to ask me if I had her cell phone and her credit card...
Oh hell! The eff you go and do now???
Bloopty, I told you, you should have went with me...I need you to take care of me when I drink like that.
Well damn, don't drink like that.
But they keep putting drinks in my hand.
Darlin, ain't mean you got to drink them all!
So again...I am reflecting on when I became the one offering sage non-drinking tips. She does what I used to do...just last year...hell, maybe this year!!! I have truely met...my myself, if possible, which I know now is...she is me! Or rather I was her. A party girl that makes friendly with everyone. And all I can do is tell her to sloooow dooown, be careful.
I don't berate her or make fun of her [well not until she makes fun of herself]...just tell her to be careful and make sure she's with someone that cares before she gets too caught up. This chick has been all over the world and schmoozed with a lot of top ppl...so she knows...I give her the pass for last night...but...something tells me this is who she is...right now that is.
After all, this is just the 1st story about her, of 4 in the last week that I have told y'all about...lol
But we all have our demons and she is entitled to be wild…lawd knows I was…before, at some point, way way way back when…Ha!
I can't always be there like I was tonight...or rather…sorta was tonight…or rather, at the first place, the mixer…
She drank a lot and forgot she had one waiting at the table as she spoke to the other at the bar...so I had to go over and put myself smack dab in the middle of their conversation. I started asking him [a lawyer] if he knew of an entertainment lawyer for Slasher. Well he gave me a colleague’s info and before he knew it...she'd walked away and he was stuck with me. I flirted and danced and laughed too loud and smiled too wide just so this chick could finish her business at the table with the otha muthafucka. I timed it so...by the time I brought lawyer over to sit down, the other guy would be walking away.
I am a good ass wing-girl. Or either a good madam [read: pimp] in the making…
Buttarum, I'mma have to let her know that I am not going to be doing too much of that shit anymore.
I was speaking to KS today and I had an enlightening moment as I was walking to the bank...
Living was ok in NYC for me...it was only when I needed entertainment money that I started inquiring about a sponsor. It's expensive to have fun here. Imagine had I made all 3 events!! Not to mention I have set in stone plans for the next 5 days.
This is how I know I have grown up or either gotten old as hell...
I had been out since around 7pm and it was 12:30am when I looked at my watch and told my girl that I was heading home.
"Nooo, you’re my wing girl. You are the perfect wing-girl. Please come with me to One."
She added that I looked pretty, her little side dude told me I looked good and that there were to be plenty of men there....but see, that's not a selling point for me.
Either I am going...or I am not going...and at all times, it's up to me.
I am not generally swayed by what it is you want to do…selfish but…selfish I am.
I stood there watching them for a hot second as they acted like little lovesick teenagers with big ass smiles on their faces and all giggly and shit…bouncing around like excited puppies… I knew I had made the right choice.
So I jumped in the cab and I yelled out the window, loud enough for all gods creatures to hear...
He's not allowed upstairs, make sure of that!
He said, oh man....
She said, but what if we aren't ready to end the night?
I said, then you better do all your fucking in the car if that's what you got to do but he's not allowed upstairs.
The both laughed at me as well as half the sidewalk behind them…
…I waved farewell with my body leaning half out of the window like some old black and white movie…all extra…all dramatic and shit…and made my way uptown.
I sat in the back seat and realized that NYC was HOTT on a Tuesday night. But it's always busy down on 9th between eleventeen and twentyteen...restaurants and lounges everywhere. Doesn't hurt that The Roots were having a free concert RIGHT across the street from us [Maritime Hotel] and the line was no less than TWO blocks long...
I leaned in close and propped my boo-bies over the seat and started to talk to the cabbie...I’m not tipsy and I am not flirting but I am feeling pretty on this wonderful night in the heart of the city…and since I had no one to talk to...I was gonna gab away with the cabbie as he maneuvered the intricacies of yellow cab etiquette …which means he was driving dangerously like a bat out of hell. But I am used to the jerky movements of fast, and stop…
I swear they don’t know what the hell “slow down” or “cruise” means…but I guess time is money for them so…he and every other cabbie was out trying to make their money. I held on to the back of his seat for dear life as I tried to maintain my composure and generate lite conversation…
He tells me that he has had a busy night, so much in fact, that he was heading home early since he’d made his desired amount of money already. Which got me curious about how much is a desired amount for an evening out?? Of course I can’t ask him that…it’d be tacky…but then again…how would I ever know how much a cabbie brings in???
He talked to me about Queens, where he lives…alone… and as usual I told him the only time I'd ever been to Queens was on the 7 train to the Mets stadium and on the highway to and from JFK.
He proceeds to tell me he'd be more than willing to give me a tour one day and then take me to a late lunch or early dinner...
At this point I really feel like a live episode of TaxiCabConfessions and I start in on a lie about me dating someone right now and how I can't do too much without him being all jealous and CRAZY like... of course all lies but here too is where I have grown up or old...
I didn't want to just hurt the mans feelings and blast him out of the water with a “hell naw” comment…LOL After all...he could easily drive slower or take me the long way home and I end up having to pay the extra fare...lol So I put the blame of me not being able to hang out with him off on some imaginary boyfriend.
What do I care if I’m rude? Well, black women are notorious for being snobby with service workers so…I couldn’t perpetuate that stereotype, especially since I had sat my boo-bies all up in his face and small talked…c’mon now, I know what the fuck I was doing… Good thing I didn’t run into a crazy, right???
Ok, maybe I haven’t grown up…or maybe I was tipsy and forgot I was…lol
The driver “understood” and no longer tried to flirt with me but kept the conversation going. He even waited for me to get in my lobby door before driving off which is unheard of from a cabbie…in Harlem. Good thing I have a double door at apt lobby otherwise I might have a taxi cab stalker...lol
I got home at 12:50....that right there lets you know...I am either grown up or old.
The evening started out with me being invited to the mixer...I invited my girl because she needs to start meeting ppl that can help her along, instead of hanging with rappers dressed like LilWayne; muscley, wearing wife-beaters. Nice to look at but not really gonna help you get in the corporate door or on Obama’s green initiative. Yes, he's cute but he isn't someone she can take to a corporate event, hence she called him AFTER we'd left said mixer, to take her to one of the many juke joints [aka hang out spot] around the area.
She came to the mixer and from there we were headed to a Jets players bday party...and from there we were headed to jazz on the rooftop at Empire Hotel.
Well...we started at Maritime Hotel...and I ended at Maritime hotel.
I just didn't have anymore energy for arrogant ass "pitch" men that think being an asshole or being snarky quantifies as flirtatious report. It's crass and boring. Go. Away!
Plus One is known as the spot to be to meet celebs/athletes [as if that can’t be said about most NYC latest lounges/bar/restaurants] and as I have said many a time before my groupie days are long over...plus men my age don't hang out like that...oops, I meant...my calibre of men don't hang out like that unless they are "in the business" and I don't have the mentality to maintain a superficial conversation like that, well I do…but not tonite. Already my cheeks were hurting from my fake smile I had plastered on my face from meeting this and that person. Not that I didn't have a good time...but a...2 pitchers of sangria [again] and 2 glasses of merlot [which I hate...] and 1 glass of Cabernet...it was either plaster the fake smile or have the zoned out drunk look in my eyes.
[view the photos on FB]
Everyone had fun...and some...too much fun...lol
Sooo I am here...about to head to bed because it seems like I have been up since FOREVER. Meeting ppl that I will not remember and the one person who I was checking for...was not able to be gotten to because his boy was not letting me carry on a conversation with anyone but himself.
So I let perfection go and settled for being...the wing girl.
Which in the end suited me...
Sort of...turns out, I wasn’t suited that well for it...
Ol’ girl woke up fully dressed this morning and she calls me from her extra phone to ask me if I had her cell phone and her credit card...
Oh hell! The eff you go and do now???
Bloopty, I told you, you should have went with me...I need you to take care of me when I drink like that.
Well damn, don't drink like that.
But they keep putting drinks in my hand.
Darlin, ain't mean you got to drink them all!
So again...I am reflecting on when I became the one offering sage non-drinking tips. She does what I used to do...just last year...hell, maybe this year!!! I have truely met...my myself, if possible, which I know now is...she is me! Or rather I was her. A party girl that makes friendly with everyone. And all I can do is tell her to sloooow dooown, be careful.
I don't berate her or make fun of her [well not until she makes fun of herself]...just tell her to be careful and make sure she's with someone that cares before she gets too caught up. This chick has been all over the world and schmoozed with a lot of top ppl...so she knows...I give her the pass for last night...but...something tells me this is who she is...right now that is.
After all, this is just the 1st story about her, of 4 in the last week that I have told y'all about...lol
But we all have our demons and she is entitled to be wild…lawd knows I was…before, at some point, way way way back when…Ha!
I can't always be there like I was tonight...or rather…sorta was tonight…or rather, at the first place, the mixer…
She drank a lot and forgot she had one waiting at the table as she spoke to the other at the bar...so I had to go over and put myself smack dab in the middle of their conversation. I started asking him [a lawyer] if he knew of an entertainment lawyer for Slasher. Well he gave me a colleague’s info and before he knew it...she'd walked away and he was stuck with me. I flirted and danced and laughed too loud and smiled too wide just so this chick could finish her business at the table with the otha muthafucka. I timed it so...by the time I brought lawyer over to sit down, the other guy would be walking away.
I am a good ass wing-girl. Or either a good madam [read: pimp] in the making…
Buttarum, I'mma have to let her know that I am not going to be doing too much of that shit anymore.
I was speaking to KS today and I had an enlightening moment as I was walking to the bank...
Living was ok in NYC for me...it was only when I needed entertainment money that I started inquiring about a sponsor. It's expensive to have fun here. Imagine had I made all 3 events!! Not to mention I have set in stone plans for the next 5 days.
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(Cue superhero theme music)... Tune in next week for the Adventures of Bloopty in NYC.... Lol at you putting their business out in the street as you were doing your movie scene exit and talking about you being a pimp. You are silly in a good way.....
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