Luv my Prince
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For some reason, keeping up with my everyday to do�s has not been as much fun. I think back about a year ago when I had a sever addiction. Well it seems as though I have kicked the habit�all by myself. Guess I really did not need a 12-step program like I thought I would. Since I still think getting all this stuff out of my head is somewhat therapeutic, let me attempt to update what�s been going on the last few days. How bout we start with Friday. I have been wanting to get my hair re-braided for the last few weeks but didn�t want to go back to my cousin because the last few times she has braided my hair she has done a crappy job. Not to mention she butchered the hell out of my braids last time when I asked her to cut them a little shorter. Even though she doesn�t charge much, I just don�t have the time to sit for ten hours to get my hair braided only to take them out 3 weeks later. I woke up early Friday morning (my �vacation� day) and called the King of Curls (the place is just about as ghetto as the name). They were able to get me in immediately. I took a shower, washed my hair, blow dried it, went to the beauty supply store to buy some human hair to braid with and made it to the shop all the way on the other side of town (now that I live on the other side of Egypt) within an hour and a half. The girls in the shop were young. REAL young. I almost turned around and walked out but I had just bought 2 bags of human hair at $23 a pack. Damn near spent $50 bucks on some damn hair so something was going to have to be done. I waited as the girls gave me a bootleg ass hair book so that I could point out the size I wanted my braids. Once I pointed out the size, they argued over how much it would cost me. Then they argued over who was going to braid my hair. Even though I was about to drop $200 in someone�s lap, plus a $20 tip, they asses were all to lazy to want to do singles. I understand their argument. I do have a lot of hair and it is fairly long, so that means there is more time involved in braiding my hair but shit I was paying good money. Finally, once it was decided who was going to do my hair, we got started. 14 hours later (and the next day) I was done. Was it worth it??? Not really. Will I go back?? Not likely. My braids look good. The young 15 year old who did them took her time and did a good job. Bu that was damn near two days lost sitting at the King of Curls. But something good always comes from a bad experience, right?? In deed something good did happen. A guy who works for Arco Arena (you know were the Lovely Kings play) came in to the shop. He was getting his hair braided getting ready to step out to the Prince concert. Of course I was jealous. Ever since I heard Prince was coming to town I wanted to go. After I heard Mia talking about the concert, I really wanted to go. I was calling the radio station everyday trying my hardest to win tickets. I just could not afford to spend so much money on the tickets when I knew I was going to be just coming back from vacation. Dude and I connected (not like that, he is married with kids) but he was hella cool. We both went to small HBCU�s in the country and both wish there were more venues in the area for professional young blacks to chill at. We talked the whole time as we sat getting our hair braided. I asked about the Prince tickets. Wanted to know how much he paid for them. His answer�fifteen. As in one five�1..5. WHAT!!! I was shocked. But it comes with the perks of working at Arco. I asked if he could get any more at that price. He said he probably could. He gave me his cell number and said that if I was still interested in going tonight give him a call. I frantically called all the girls trying to see who I could get to go with me. Around 6:30, I still had not heard back from any of the girls and my hair was barely half way done. The concert started at 8. There was no way I could make it. So I attempted to put the concert out of my mind. At 7:00, Dude shows up. Tickets in hand. I said fuck it. Handed over my last $40 told him to keep the change. I was going to that concert. Even if I had to go by myself. I told the girl braiding my hair to get as much done in the next 40 minutes as possible so that I would at least be able to pull the hair into a ponytail to cover the unfinished part. At 8:00 I ran out that shop. Jumped on the freeway and begin my trek back to the other side of Egypt. Ty called back and wanted to go to the concert with me. We missed the first hour or so of the concert. But it didn�t matter. The shit was the bomb. I love me some damn Prince. Been bumpin the Best of Prince ever since Friday. We had a good time and was well worth the money. Thinking back, the concert would have even been worth the $75 they were charging. Went back to the shop Saturday morning to have the braids finished. Never again. Info about the new job coming soon. |
9:48 a.m. || September 08, 2004 |
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