so anxious
I can't wait to go back to PA this weekend...this time to see my father's side at the young family reunion. yessir. it's that time again...when the royal youngs come together to celebrate our brilliance and eat baked macaroni and cheese and fried chicken with hot sauce and greens and cornbread and play basketball (or, in my case, watch the reggins play basketball) and marvel at how the youngins are getting taller...all the goodies that makes a black family reunion what it is. christopher and I are probably going to hang around pittsburgh until late friday night because I wanna meet up with frenchie. she's doing dreamgirls out there for the next couple weeks and we agreed to try and meet up. I bumped into her a couple weeks ago in midtown and we finally exchanged numbers again...chick is just busy as a bumble bee, though...she told me she gets bored, but I don't see how when shes always in a different city performing. I envy her for that. I would really dig seeing her in dreamgirls but those ticket prices are a bit steep for the kid right now. my father was gonna go see her, but he's so busy helping out with the reunion he might not have time...he's been in new castle about five days already and I'm really glad he's there and not home by himself feeling lonely cause eva and jessica are still out of the country.
I'm wearing some white linen pants today...and these shits are comfortable. I don't know why I didn't wear them before...my father got them for me in hungary last summer so they've just been sitting in my dresser since then. only issue is they're so thin, I'll surely wear them out if I wear them too much. I have very thick thighs...they tend to wear out the inner thigh area of pants. I need to lose like fifteen pounds at least...all the ordering out we did the first couple months in the new apartment made me feel polluted. in any case...I debated wearing thongs today...in exchange for the bright blue panties I'd pulled on after my shower...because you have to wear the right kind of underwear with white clothes. but I wasn't trying to sit on my ass for eight hours with a string up my crack...so I compromised and wore black. my pantyline shows. not too much, but a little. ask me if I care. these pants are comfortable.
bill simmons is brilliance personified...so funny...dame put me onto him. quote "It's crazy to me how many women have trouble finding a decent boyfriend, yet they'll stay in the same city for 10 years. If you were fishing in one section of a river every day, and you never caught anything, would you keep returning to the exact same spot, or would you try your luck somewhere else?" this I agree with, not only as far as relationships go but with jobs and general quality of life too. I have so many friends around the country who are completely unhappy and unsatisifed yet continue to sit stagnant in the same place, the same job. I can't totally extract myself from this equation, true - although I have a job and a relationship, both worth keeping around, there are things about new york that I'm really just beginning to tire of. I get closer everyday to calling ved (my landlord) and asking him if we could maybe just maybe get out of our lease cause we're moving to...las vegas. vegas doesn't seem to have the soul new york does, though...seems mad surface. I ponder fore there are things I would miss. when christopher and I were in manhattan a couple weeks ago, our course took us past bryant park where they were playing some movie from the 60s on a very large outdoor screen. it was like a drive-in...without cars. hundreds of people out there watching the movie. we both expressed that these are the sort of new york-ish things new yorkers are supposed to do...along with walking dogs and drinking starbucks and catching cabs...and that we should be more new york-y. now if only they would play like..."new jack city" or another urban cinema classic along the same vein on a huge outdoor screen in the middle of midtown manhattan. anyway...if I haven't done a multitude of new york-ish things yet, why assume I will like ever? I reckon I will just see what happens when blue finally moves here from beantown, and when frenchie is done touring. maybe they'll have time to kick it with a girl since my friends here either live in butt fuck westchester long island land or they just don't like me.
"got it twisted" might just be my favorite club song of the year thus far...now I'll probably amend this later for "lean back" or "freek-a-leek" or something but...that song is sick. mobb deep, for all their no more then lukewarm success since tha infamous, drops some extremely memorable tracks when they want to. "shook ones part II", "quiet storm"...type of songs memories are made of. infact, shook ones and quiet storm remix both have to be on my top gangsterly new york hip hop songs list (cause including the west coast would probably take up at least half them spots just off of G.P., don't forget where I'm originally from). I don't think they played it at the strip club friday night (no "jesus walks" either thankfully) when we were out for lexy's goodbye party. the golden lady really wasn't even that hot...I think all the banginest girls were at the new place, the player's club. the midnight chicks. see...the 8 - 10pm chicks are usually the least cute and/or the ones with the least pull, in the case of the bx, the skinny broads. the 10pm - midnight chicks are the middle fair...the fine enough to hold you over for the leeasia's, ebony's, xtasy's, damn's and cinnamon's...thick and cute but not ready for prime time. but the midnight chicks...those are the thick like wonderbread dipped in maple syrup with lip glass dripping from their lips and 28 inch waist to 50 inch ass and thigh ratio type broads...the stallions that only make their appearance after half the place is tipsy and anticipatively generous. besides ebony (who isn't as thick as the major players, but who's sexiness and flexibility makes up for it), none of them were there this week, no kay slay spraying the stage with hundreds of dollar bills either. the most exciting thing to really happen all night was tara getting rear ended by tactics non payin attention ass. we all got whiplash...and in my case a red bruise in the shape of a seatbelt across my chest. at least I know they work.
I hope the rain came and went...not trying to get caught up in it on my way home. especially not in white pants. this week has been long and excruciating...but just one and a half more days of work before I can be with my family.