The Young Become the Old
This weekend was straight out of my twenty’s era – full of party-behind-party-behind-party. First, Friday evening’s snow storm did not deter the folks that wanted to celebrate Ev’s milestone birthday. The vivacious Evelyn held court with some of her closest friends and admittedly, I had one of the best times I’ve ever had hanging at LQs. Special thank-you to Damaris C. and Dava B. for helping to organize the event and my own selfish thank-you to Lawd-Have-Mercy, for making me feel like I’m still one of the sexiest guys around. Ms. Mercy’s dance technique will have a brotha rethinking why he gave up women to begin with. A Dancing with the Stars shout-out to Kristin L. for bringing sexy back to salsa. Girl, you need to stop lying about not knowing how to shake that thing. Saturday held a quite different experience. After a mega two-hour workout with Linda and Juanita, my neighbors, I came home to freshen up, threw on my India Arie Video song on repeat and was out the door to party once again – this time with my boyz. What transpired next has left an exhausted, but satisfied, smile on my face. For some odd reason I was on super HOT mode and my simple black tank top and charcoal jeans appeared to do the trick at giving me that I-really-don’t-give-a-hoot-look. Once on the dance floor I was dancing with so many folks I began to feel like I was on a speed-date-for-dance-spin. Suddenly, I was standing next to a gorgeous cinnamon brotha with a body that could melt dry ice. Initially, I turned away from him because I knew that my anti-poker face would betray my instant blush of oh-my-goodness-this-man-is-flawless. When I turned back to face him and he smiled, the heavens opened, angels began to sing and Whitney Houston’s dentist said, “I can’t even make teeth look like that.” His smile was so astounding, that defenses be damned, I found myself reflexively smiling back. This turned out to be his cue, and brotha man stepped forward and began dancing with me. Not one song later, we were completely consumed by the music and to be quite honest, I never saw anyone else for the rest of the evening. When we paused between songs to get refills on our drinks, I found out that this curvaceous cutie was 45 years old and certainly proving that there is a finesse and charm that comes with age. At the risk of being stoned, I’ll keep some of the remaining details of our evening and subsequent morning secretive for now, but suffice to say that I barely had time to rush home to shower and change for my Sunday at 4 p.m. date with my 20-year old twink. Our date took us to an Italian restaurant where we consumed a very tasteful Arugula and antipasto salad, a three cheese pizza and an exquisite Merlot – all at his request. Yes, I was impressed. Diaper Jo did his homework and passed dinner with flying colors. We proceeded on to his choice of flick – Premonition, starring Sandra Bullock (review to follow) – where DJ leaned in massaged my thighs and even kissed my ear during a shy stolen moment between scenes. When we left the theater we walked to a nearby Starbucks, grabbed a late-night Macchiato and walked to my car – no car seat needed. When I dropped DJ at his crib he gave me a few sexy kisses before exiting the car and never thought twice about his boyz chillin’ in front of the building. We agreed the evening went well and said we’d catch up during the week. So all in all, the back-to-back dates taught me that you can have your aged wine and your fresh salad in the same weekend and be all the better for it.
I Have A Feeling It Left Me Hanging; Premonition
A mix of A Beautiful Mind and Groundhog Day, Sony Pictures’ new movie, Premonition, starring Sandra Bullock as Linda Hanson, is 110 minutes of jarring back-and-forth reality vs. reality that will tire you out before you figure it out. The premise should be a simple one – Hanson foresees her husband’s death and in doing so, has the ability to alter events to prevent it. Problem is, her premonition is only a premonition on some days – on others, it’s a bitter reality of a shattered widow who is unable to cope with her husband’s death. Got it? Uh, you probably don’t. In the end, it doesn’t matter. For all your effort to keep up with the plot and ultimately to figure it out, you realize that your questions are answered at the end – but are they? That’s the thing. Premonition is so hell bent on being a mind boggling thriller that a more apt name would be Recognition – the ending will make you recognize that you should’ve spent your $10.50 elsewhere.
Have you ever had an uncanny premonition that came to pass just as you envisioned it?
Keep passin’ the open windows…