Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Morning Edition - 3/6/07


Ski Trip ’07; A Moment Of Silence
Last weekend over 600 individuals from the northeast corridor joined for a ski weekend in Altoona, PA. As many of you know, ski trips are rarely used for the actual slopes – come on, you know minorities don’t really care for snow. The reason these weekends are so popular is because they feature an adult themed weekend with plenty of other activities that allow for lots of fun and even some hookah behavior (if you’re so inclined). Luckily, the 50 folks that call themselves a family and ride the “Bronx Bus” are of a different ilk. We believe in partying to the tenth power; and party we did. My roomies this year – Enid, Giselle and Mercy – proved that Three’s Company too, was short a girl, because we certainly had a ball. Special thank-you to Enid for sharing a bed with me and allowing me to fondle…uh, wait a minute…what happens in Altoona…well you know the drill…but seriously, my roommates were the absolute best. Between the Pajama Party turned Wear What You Dare function at our arrival and the Pool Party and subsequent all-night Dance Party, we were wasted. The highlight of our trip came from one of the visiting “playas” who, as he browsed the vending machine before retiring to bed, told his hoochie, “Baby, you can have the Hershey AND the Pepsi. You know when you wit me, you don’t need to buy nufin’… I got you.” We must’ve relived that moment for the entire ski trip. Special thank you to my corporate wife, Ev for making the ski trip a blast, start to finish. Apparently, there won’t be any future ski trips, but the word on the streets is that we’re trying to hit the Caribbean for a similar festive jaunt. Stay tuned.

As We Get Older
It’s been said that inside every aging person is a young person looking at the mirror in shock. This weekend highlighted how difficult it is to have a party weekend and not look like you got your faced beat in. Waking up after a night of drinking, swimming, dancing and partying becomes all the more difficult with every passing year. Yesterday, I took the day off to recover from my weekend away and was amazed at how I could probably sleep all day. I didn’t have many of the pics from the weekend, but as I perused at what was available I saw the signs of long nights, alcohol and exhaustion plastered on my face. Oh well, I now know what my gift to myself will be for my 40th… close on the horizon; it’s some cosmetic work. I’ve accepted that growing old gracefully does not mean you have to endure being unhappy with how time marches on – right over your face.

On Blast
I’m clinging to an icy mountain ledge and holding tight, but feel my fingertips losing grip. Without sounding preachy…what do you do to find focus and plug back into life?

Keep passin’ the open windows…

8 comments:

donya said...

When you find out please tell me

adam_ex2 said...

Try to feel good about yourself, no matter what it takes. When we feel good about ourselves, everything else seems to fall into place. It' like a domino effect.

j_shanlin said...

oooooh y'all look like y'all had fun...I'm not gonna comment on your little camo get up though. That could get a little X-rated lol!!! I saw a little budge!!! teehee! But I'm glad you had a good time, but you don't need no damn cosmetic surgery. You look GOOD ok?!Don't play!

WhozHe said...

Life is to be enjoyed in the now. I'm so glad you did exactly that. Now stop worrying about tomorrow for today is yours.

Cocoa Rican said...

Baby J,
Notice how I've now assigned you your official nickname... let's see how it plays out when you're 60...lol...
We had a ball! Thanks for the compliment... you now have 2 years before you're forced to spend your spring break nursing me through my cosmetic recovery!
Folks, help me congratulate Baby J on his acceptance to college! You go boi!

taylorSiluwé ..... said...

Wow, a ski trip. I haven't done that in a minute. And, so you know, I'm one of those rare minorities who love love LOVE the snow. So I would certainly be on the slopes. I can't ski for shit (last time I got stuck in a bush and a little white girl had to save me. She laughed at me all weekend.)

Anyway, you make sure you tell me when the next blast is planned. I definately wanna go ... if only to see you in that little outfit again.

XOXO ...

petite morceau said...

Cocoa, you look fabulous, now stop obssessing :P

As for what I'd think about as I'm losing grip on the mountain...

I'd think about my son and how much he'd miss me and that would make me hang on.

Coy said...

the ski trip looks like it was on. Was that an organized trip or just you and your closest 50? I love skiing so toss in some gays and I'm set. I really wanted to comment on the getting old part... Newsweek or or NYT proclaimed 40 is the new 30. So, "mah bruh" get with the program. lol. And judging by the way you're holding up those camo shorts....40 isn't gonna catch you too soon!