Daylen Turns 10 Months
My nephew, Daylen F., turns 10 months this week. The beautiful additon to the family is most certainly my heart - and weakness. I'm learning how children become extremely spoiled. Although Daylen isn't sporting any new teeth - guess he's trying to look like his uncle (LOL) Mr. D is taking a few steps on his own.
Party Over Here; La Mag a Huge Success
The after work dance party at La Maganette on Friday was an enormous success. With over 30 attendees the drinks were stiff and the hip joints were loose. Thank you Carmen C. for a pulling-off a real classy and “get-right” event. The ladies – Mercy, Giselle and Annette were all in rare form. Like Energizer bunnies, these ladies danced until I thought the DJ would ask us to leave. Tune-in next month for another jam session to remember.
T is for Turning!
This weekend I was in reckless-mode. After having a hard work week I felt the long President’s Day weekend would bring some much needed release – well, it did. After Friday night’s dance party, I awoke Saturday feeling restless and rearing to go. I jumped out of bed, showered and was on the treadmill by 3 p.m. Following my workout I met Nelson for a cocktail (or was that cock and tail) well, you know the “drill.” I got home in time to shave and throw an outfit together for a night on the dance floor at the Monster nightclub in the west Village. After being groped, patted and fondled – and that was just getting my beer from the bar – I danced to oldies with some beautiful boys from out of town – thanks to the alcohol sedation, I don’t remember their names. Sunday, was the part of this weekend when redemption came. After a one-hour cardio workout and a banana-strawberry smoothie that made my nipples erect, I dashed home to slip into a fitted long sleeve black t-shirt and some charcoal sweats – no undies. With a group of friends five-deep, we hit the 2-for-1 bar where the unthinkable happened. I ran into T! That’s right folks, after months of not seeing the man, there he was five feet from me at at the bar. As my friends and I laughed and chatted it up I could feel his eyes glaring at me. I smiled more because I felt so good – and at the risk of sounding full-of-myself – I looked good as shyt too. T came over and said, “Hello… it’s good to see you, you look great.” I turned to him, smiled and warmly gave him a hug with the double-pat on the back that says, there’s no love lost. I then winked and turned back to my friends. It was over as quickly as it started. My friends, who have never met T, were oblivious to the entire interaction. Later, we sealed the evening with a holiday dance party at Luke and Leroy’s on 7th Avenue. Hey guys, did we close the place down? Breakfast at the Manatus filled everyone’s tummy and it was off to hit-the-hay.
It Wasn’t Me; Or You, For That Matter
The largest lottery jackpot was won over the weekend. Powerball announced that the winner of $365 million dollars – the single highest payout in U.S. history - has not come forward. The ticket was purchased in Nebraska – go figure. Powerball is also played in NY and DC. If the winner chooses to take a lump sum payment, the payout turns out to be $124.1 million after taxes, but if they hold out and take the full amount distributed over 30 years their first installment would be $6,507,986 after taxes. Before this win, the highest payout was $314 million in 2002.
On Blast
X marks the spot. Running into an ex – or someone you’ve been intimate with - can sometimes be awkward. Give us your best case and worst case scenario of a time you ran into an ex in public. Were you redeemed or humiliated by the experience? Be sure to include the who, what, where and why?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
5 comments:
That baby is beautiful.
Break-ups can be difficult, especially when both parties aren’t in agreement that a break-up is necessary. All-in-all, if you communicate effectively and keep-it-honest you should both be able to come through with some respect for each other. Conversely, my break-ups have weighed heavily on my heart, so I’m very conscious of how I react to my exes in public. How intense the relationship was usually will indicate the amount of emotion I experience when bumping into an ex. Compounded by who their with when we run-into each other, the situation can get dicey – but my ex would never know it. I’ve managed to suppress all visible emotion when I run into my exes. This can be good or bad – depending on how you look at it. Ultimately, I’ve convinced myself of two things: We broke up for a reason and most important, my need to not look like a fool. Both these thoughts keep me in check and on my best behavior. This isn’t to say I don’t get the butterflies, jitters, etc…. it just means my exes will think I’m just without a heart that I can be so relaxed…on the other hand, maybe I’ve gotten too good and acting heartless. LOL. Is there a rule about having “booty rights” to your exes if they still look good?
I have never had an awkward moment running into an ex due to the friendship established prior to the relationship.
Cas honey, our friends know what they can run by us and what will have us shut them down. It’s time to set-up those boundaries and stick to them. I make myself available to hear the venting of my VERY close friends. I don’t want to hear everyone’s bitchin’ – it makes my stomach hurt ---- BAD! I particularly hate when folks create their own drama and then want to wallow in it and drag others into it. If you call the Candyman he will come; what the f*ck you want me to do about the hook? That said, learn how to SHUT IT DOWN. This applies to all of you except my soul wifey…you know I need you to take all my calls, hear all my shyt and do what you do. BTW – any chance you want to become a gay man and marry me?
When keeping it real goes horribly wrong.....
Go to http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/02/21/toilet.paper.ap/index.html
Don't squeeze the Charmin folks...
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