Lifestyles of the Ghetto Fabulous
It's never a dull moment when I'm with certain people (the name of the person shall remain hidden).
It never fails. We've managed to cram a lifetime of memories into all these years of friendship, but whenever we get together, I find a way to expect the unexpected, and somehow, make the most of it! Whether, we're performing an impromptu Teena Marie concert at the gas station, or re-enacting "What's Love Got To Do With It?" at the checkout line of the supermarket, I never quite know what I'm getting into, and most of the time I'm content with it that way...
... except for last night.
Last night, she says, "ride with me to run a couple of errands," and I'm thinking, "OK, good, we're going to the store, because I need deodorant." Although we made it to the market (albeit much later), we took the long way around. I get into her car and she takes me over to Chesterfield Square (which for those of you who don't know South LA, it SOUNDS better than it actually is). She has this friend that she wants to talk to because she's going through some things, and of course, since I'm one of her good friends, she wants me to meet him and see whether or not I approve.
We pull up in front of his house and he's about to run a little errand of his own. And he invites us to come along with. He's pulling out of his driveway in a showroom-new Infiniti G35. And like the gold-digger that people think I am, I promptly hopped in the backseat, with my little gut telling me that I may not like the ride of my life I am about to go on.
My friend doesn't appear nervous - maybe she's been on these kinds of "ride-alongs" before. Her friend, however, tries to coax me by saying, "don't worry, we're not going anywhere far." We end up at some motel in a relatively decent - and expensive - part of town, where he seems to be conducting some kind of... business...
I know what you're thinking: "drug deal." And there's a good chance you're right! But how many of you reading haven't conducted some of your OWN? You know what they say about being in glass houses...
Not feeling overly judgmental, I didn't call attention to whatever I was witness to, and I waited for us to go back to his headquarters, where I practiced parallel parking my friend's car, and we talked about some of her issues.
Now that I've written this entry, I guess nothing that drastic happened. I think at the end of the day it's just funny...
I need to start planning my next dinner party!
It never fails. We've managed to cram a lifetime of memories into all these years of friendship, but whenever we get together, I find a way to expect the unexpected, and somehow, make the most of it! Whether, we're performing an impromptu Teena Marie concert at the gas station, or re-enacting "What's Love Got To Do With It?" at the checkout line of the supermarket, I never quite know what I'm getting into, and most of the time I'm content with it that way...
... except for last night.
Last night, she says, "ride with me to run a couple of errands," and I'm thinking, "OK, good, we're going to the store, because I need deodorant." Although we made it to the market (albeit much later), we took the long way around. I get into her car and she takes me over to Chesterfield Square (which for those of you who don't know South LA, it SOUNDS better than it actually is). She has this friend that she wants to talk to because she's going through some things, and of course, since I'm one of her good friends, she wants me to meet him and see whether or not I approve.
We pull up in front of his house and he's about to run a little errand of his own. And he invites us to come along with. He's pulling out of his driveway in a showroom-new Infiniti G35. And like the gold-digger that people think I am, I promptly hopped in the backseat, with my little gut telling me that I may not like the ride of my life I am about to go on.
My friend doesn't appear nervous - maybe she's been on these kinds of "ride-alongs" before. Her friend, however, tries to coax me by saying, "don't worry, we're not going anywhere far." We end up at some motel in a relatively decent - and expensive - part of town, where he seems to be conducting some kind of... business...
I know what you're thinking: "drug deal." And there's a good chance you're right! But how many of you reading haven't conducted some of your OWN? You know what they say about being in glass houses...
Not feeling overly judgmental, I didn't call attention to whatever I was witness to, and I waited for us to go back to his headquarters, where I practiced parallel parking my friend's car, and we talked about some of her issues.
Now that I've written this entry, I guess nothing that drastic happened. I think at the end of the day it's just funny...
I need to start planning my next dinner party!