Monday, January 28, 2008

Martini Moratorium

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This weekend I had a martini moratorium.

I mentioned in the Credit is the Devil post that
my two favorite hot momma items are dirty martini's
and vintage dresses.

I like the martini's with four or five olives.
I like the dresses sheer.

The Saturday of MLK weekend, I had too many 'tini's
and it was all Ghostface's fault.

See, earlier in the day I was talking to our dear friend Sweet Jesus
and it was one of those intractable conversations, where
I just wanna be like love me or leave me alone.

Don't get me wrong. I go hard for dude.
He has taught me about humility, he appreciates
the fact that I am a dreamer and he has never hated on my
greasiness.

But, the conversation was beginning to make
me wonder if he would just prefer to be my

friend instead. Would that actually be better for us?

Why did I say that?

It was one of those moments where you say
something, and you don't realize the gravity of it.

We decided to think about it and talk about it
later.

That evening I was listening to my pod. It was the new

Ghostface in fact. The more I listened to it, the more
"ignorant" encouragement I received, the more
I was willing to "to go hard in the paint".
It accelerated my anger.
Eventually,
I got to the point where "I didn't need a date,

I got Ghost face".

I mumbled to myself, forget that fool if he just
wanna be friends.


I know, it looks pitiful reading it, but those thoughts
actually ran through
my head.

Suffice it is to say I went out, ran into a new lounge owner
who saw my ID said Brooklyn and we wound up

chatting about Smith Street and Bedstuy and
the Martini's kept coming.

Here is the rub, the next morning I woke up feeling like
crap and I can go pretty hard. But I figured, maybe I
am a light weight now. So, I thought was just paying the price.

The following day I felt worse, like runny eggs in a cold iron skillet.
It finally dawned on me on Monday afternoon that
I had caught Strep.

ALL bad. There is nothing more humbling then getting sick.

I was calling the doctors, trying to get an appointment.
They were not trying to see me.

Dr. Lopez is not accepting new clients.
Dr. Greenberg can see you in March.

What. But I'm SICK TODAY!

Hence the moratorium.

To top it all off. On Sunday, my favorite,
vintage store, which is open every other Wednesday
from 1:00-1:30pm was open.
So I bought a new dress.
At least it will last longer than the olives in a dirty-flirty.



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When was the last time you told someone

that you wanted to be just friends?

Or for that matter someone told you?

Why do we underestimate the emotional impact
of some of the things we say?

Do you think hip hop has the capacity to accelerate our
ignorance?

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14 comments:

Nexgrl said...

I only remember the last time that I told someone that we can't be JUST friends, that just won't work for me.

Nexgrl said...

I forgot to mention that the dress is pretty.

Matthew said...

yo hell yeah hip hop accelerates our ignorance joe. holla!!!

Model Minority said...

Blogger Nexgrl said...

I only remember the last time that I told someone that we can't be JUST friends, that just won't work for me.
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I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Model Minority said...

I forgot to mention that the dress is pretty.
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Gurrrl...You ain't even seen the accordian pleats on the bottom.

The dress is like, MUAH!

Dani's Divas (a.k.a. her bridesmaids and hostesses!) said...

hells yes hip hop speeds up the ignorant factor!

i spent the 90's quoting snoop and acting like i was really hard when u and i both i'm as soft as cake butter!

lightdigga said...

btw, 'dani's divas' = jonesy/lightdigga.

my bad

Moniker said...

"When was the last time you told someone
that you wanted to be just friends?"
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Actually, I've been wanting to say that to my girl for three weeks now.
How fucked up is that.


"Do you think hip hop has the capacity to accelerate our
ignorance?"
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Man, a good song can make you do some wild shit. No lie.

Model Minority said...

jonsaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Your buggin'.

You KNOW I loved them tini's man.

Sour assed dranks.

Good to see you, um virtually:)

You get my xmas card?

Model Minority said...

"When was the last time you told someone
that you wanted to be just friends?"
________________________________
Actually, I've been wanting to say that to my girl for three weeks now.
How fucked up is that.
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You.
You are dumb ignorant blood.

Whats stopping you?

****cow&*$#(&*#ward.

neo said...

When was the last time you told someone
that you wanted to be just friends?

Prior to my SO, the lady I was going HOARD for pretty much let me know, but this was after she had given me the roller coaster run-around for a minute and me doing something according to her she didn't like and then using that as an excuse to shoot that option off at me..needless to say lesson learned (c) A. Keys

'Cos at the time we ain't trying to hear no one but our own selves and we get emotional, those emotions we allow to take over, the rest is murder we spoke..

Yep..not just hip hop, music in general can influence our decision-making..can't tell you how many times "doin just fine" by BIIM helped me move on after a connection didn't work out..

Model Minority said...

"doin just fine" by BIIM
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Who dat?

S.O, hunh?

I see you.

Moniker said...

You.
You are dumb ignorant blood.

Whats stopping you?

****cow&*$#(&*#ward.
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Yes.
Yes I am.

Texas Truth said...

"doin just fine" by BIIM

Boyz II Men, the Evolution album

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