Post Valentine's Day Update
Okay, so where do i start? Maybe from last week.
I wanted a Valentine for the day so unable to overcome my impulsiveness I approached Ruth. I did this for two reasons, first, so as to not embarrass myself for no damn reason, or spend huge gobs of money with little to no return. Her answer?
"Sure I'll be your Valentine... as a friend."
Let me ask you this: What the hell kind of reply is that? Well, I got my answer. The whoel Ruth this is over and done with. That bridge has been decomissioned.
So last night I finish Sabbath, help my little Sabbath school girls with their dance practice for Purim. I then head out. Sure it was the weekend before Ruth's birthday, but most of our usual folks were gone (even my cousin BJ had stayed home). I was not going to go out with this girl and Connie.
So finally making it home I'm in the parking lot, talking to my sister on the phone and she tells me something:
"You know Chris" our cousin "is throwing a party tonight. Text him and see if you can get on the guest list." I do so. He puts me on. I roll out. Apparently this is one of those huge reggae/hip-hop events. I gave my name, got in and it was over all a good night. As the night wore on there were some really nice ladies around (and i wasn't drinking so only the lighting would have skewed things). Then shock of shocks, in walks Alex Henry. One of the first girls I ever talked to. We hooked up from our church days back in like... the freshman year of High School.
K: You rolling out with your girls?
A: Ya, I come out all the time. what are you doing here?
K: My cousin runs this thing.
A: I didn't know you did the whole club scene.
K: I'm everywhere. You never know where you'll find me next
Okay, it was a bit on the blasphemous side, but she smiled. Later that night we meet up and I try to talk as she tries to coral her drunk ass friend. She'd come with two white girls that had (of course) been snatched up as soon as they'd come through the doors (white girls in reggae scenes, rare and treasured commodity). Eventually we dance and I get a nice lickle windup pon 'er. I was really looking to hook up with someone new that night (and there was lots) but I also like choosing to pick the lowest hanging fruit first.
So, are we ready for the "kShaw Moment of Chaos"? It's getting hot, and she's fanning herself and eventually I get the hint. "Do you want something to drink", sure, a Malibu Pineapple. Bar, only takes cash. I go to the atm... it's broken. So I try to go to the car. No re-entry. "My cousin's running this thing!" No re-entry. I go searching through the 2k plus pulsating sweaty bodies. Find Chris. He tells me to just text him when i'm coming through. I go to the car. Don't forget people, my car needs to warm up for like an hour befor I can drive it so I'm driving at 10mph trying to get to an atm.
An hour later I make it back. The dancehall is as hot at the 7 level of hell (I wonder if Nadia had stopped by). She's seems happy to see my face, as well as 2 songs away from heat exhaustion. "Malibu Pineapple right?" Dissappointment that I took an hour and still don't have her drink. i head back to the bar, takes another 15 minutes for the bartenders to grace me with their attention. I get her the drink. We dance for like two songs, then she has to go home.
At least i have her number now.
Good night clubbing otherwise. Chris has kept the door open for me to come by again. Maybe next time I can get more play.
One Roach
I wanted a Valentine for the day so unable to overcome my impulsiveness I approached Ruth. I did this for two reasons, first, so as to not embarrass myself for no damn reason, or spend huge gobs of money with little to no return. Her answer?
"Sure I'll be your Valentine... as a friend."
Let me ask you this: What the hell kind of reply is that? Well, I got my answer. The whoel Ruth this is over and done with. That bridge has been decomissioned.
So last night I finish Sabbath, help my little Sabbath school girls with their dance practice for Purim. I then head out. Sure it was the weekend before Ruth's birthday, but most of our usual folks were gone (even my cousin BJ had stayed home). I was not going to go out with this girl and Connie.
So finally making it home I'm in the parking lot, talking to my sister on the phone and she tells me something:
"You know Chris" our cousin "is throwing a party tonight. Text him and see if you can get on the guest list." I do so. He puts me on. I roll out. Apparently this is one of those huge reggae/hip-hop events. I gave my name, got in and it was over all a good night. As the night wore on there were some really nice ladies around (and i wasn't drinking so only the lighting would have skewed things). Then shock of shocks, in walks Alex Henry. One of the first girls I ever talked to. We hooked up from our church days back in like... the freshman year of High School.
K: You rolling out with your girls?
A: Ya, I come out all the time. what are you doing here?
K: My cousin runs this thing.
A: I didn't know you did the whole club scene.
K: I'm everywhere. You never know where you'll find me next
Okay, it was a bit on the blasphemous side, but she smiled. Later that night we meet up and I try to talk as she tries to coral her drunk ass friend. She'd come with two white girls that had (of course) been snatched up as soon as they'd come through the doors (white girls in reggae scenes, rare and treasured commodity). Eventually we dance and I get a nice lickle windup pon 'er. I was really looking to hook up with someone new that night (and there was lots) but I also like choosing to pick the lowest hanging fruit first.
So, are we ready for the "kShaw Moment of Chaos"? It's getting hot, and she's fanning herself and eventually I get the hint. "Do you want something to drink", sure, a Malibu Pineapple. Bar, only takes cash. I go to the atm... it's broken. So I try to go to the car. No re-entry. "My cousin's running this thing!" No re-entry. I go searching through the 2k plus pulsating sweaty bodies. Find Chris. He tells me to just text him when i'm coming through. I go to the car. Don't forget people, my car needs to warm up for like an hour befor I can drive it so I'm driving at 10mph trying to get to an atm.
An hour later I make it back. The dancehall is as hot at the 7 level of hell (I wonder if Nadia had stopped by). She's seems happy to see my face, as well as 2 songs away from heat exhaustion. "Malibu Pineapple right?" Dissappointment that I took an hour and still don't have her drink. i head back to the bar, takes another 15 minutes for the bartenders to grace me with their attention. I get her the drink. We dance for like two songs, then she has to go home.
At least i have her number now.
Good night clubbing otherwise. Chris has kept the door open for me to come by again. Maybe next time I can get more play.
One Roach