So, this shit always starts out innocent.
I go over my my friend’s place to start her birthday celebration, she invites people over and I’m just chilling. No alcohol for me. No thanks.
SO I HAVE A FEW DRINKS.
Just a few sips, honestly. We head to the bar. I’m fine. I buy myself a long island. You know, a drink to hold in my hand to complete my ‘I’m being social’ look.
The birthday girl is fucked. So I spend a lot of time making sure she doesn’t topple over. But she gets kicked out. Poor thing. I make sure she finds a ride home and I hang out with my other friends.
Shit always happens when I hang out with this guy. Always.
Turns out that for me, to have a high alcohol tolerance doesn’t mean it takes more to get me drunk, it means I just get drunk LATER. So I’m still pretty much sober in the bar. We dance it up. Woo. Yeah. Good shit.
We all pile into the car and our DD thought it would be fun to hit another car. Glass flies into our faces. We are all laughing hysterically.
I’m saying hood shit like, “Drive, bitch! Just drive away! No one saw shit!”
But homegirl panicked and the other driver caught up to us and got the car info. We get home, I throw up, my friend goes missing for an hour and comes back shirtless. My other friend tries his Persian moves on me which brought about awkward and laughable times…..
Next thing I know, I wake up on the couch and there is a glorious man, in just jeans. Just jeans, looking all sleepy doe-eyed, making breakfast. Those type of jeans that hug the buttocks just right and show the shape of the thigh jussssst right. My thirsty self still manages to carry out a good conversation while trying not to bite my tongue that was dangling out of my mouth. Makes me breakfast while dishing out more of his sexy ass accent. Lawd, be my savior and provider.
No, y’al. Nothing happened. He was my friend’s roommate getting ready for class.
Ah my nights.
Tell me how I got an audition to be on Bad Girls Club!?!?
No, thank youuuu.
I’m not trying to be beaten up.
Just got done with some manual labor.
As in, I got paid to do some manual work.
No qualms though, money is money.
My back hurts so much though =(
How many of you ladies out there are willing to do manual labor such as moving furniture, yard work, etc?
I love that kind of work.
Now to treat myself to a movie and then hit a few bars with some friends.
Lol. It’s a braid in. They’re braids.
The kola nut to us Igbo folk is used by tradition, to welcome people into our homes. The actual breaking of the kola …. I don’t know the exact ceremony of it since it is done by some older male… A piece is taken home by the visitor as proof that he was welcomed. Ehhh, it gets more detailed as to when the kola nut is broken, the number of pieces it breaks into has different meanings….anywho the kola is pretty important…. it’s the ultimate sign of hospitality in any event.