Wednesday July 2, 2003:
When I got to Houston my boy from undergrad AJ hooked me up with one of his homeboys (who is a native of H-town). Rie and I were supposed to stay at his house for the night. Aj was unable to make it to Houston cause of Bill (you know the tropical storm that passed through the south). Aj�s boy �J� was cool as hell but a true bachelor. He took us to his house and offered to let us stay with him. But I took one look at the shower and was like uh-uh I can�t do this. (Fella�s a lil bleach and/or comet will not hurt you or your shower�.so use it. Please!!!) J didn�t even have sheets and extra blankets for us. After debating for hours I told Rie I cant stay there. So I called Aj�s mom and of course she insisted I stay with her. What a relief cause I didn�t know how I was gonna tell J that his crib was f*ckin disgusting and there was no way I was going lay my perty lil head in his place. But we did hang out with J that night. He is a party/club promoter and so he always on the move going to clubs and parties around H-town. He tolds us about this party at the Roxy that was going down that night. My first thought was who the hell is going t go to a party on a Wednesday night. Shit like that just does not happen in Sac. But I was shocked when we walked in and the damn place was packed. The club was big and there were enough men to make my eyes water. I met a lot of guys and most of them were traveling to the Essence festival that weekend. J and his friends then took us to another club that didn�t end until 6:00 am, but the pigs (police) were around so we went out to eat instead. Maybe it was me but I do believe that J was flirting with yours truly! Being the LIBRA that I am, I had to flirt back. Although I know Aj would kick my ass if he knew. But I have no intentions on opening my mouth and I doubt that J would either. That night we didn�t even get back to Aj�s mom house until 5:30. We got up at 11:00 and was on our way to New Orleans.
Thursday July 3, 2003:
My first thoughts when I got to NO " Gawd Damn are we in HELL??" It had been raining and the humidity was crazy. (thank da lawd I had my hair braided)After we checked into out hotel room and changed into more "appropriate attire"��meaning we made sure that enough skin and curves were showing we hit the Bourbon street strip. Now for those of you who have never been to Nawlin....let me go ahead and educate you on the drinking etiquette there. Basically, you drink till u cant drink no more. Simple right!!! And I dint want to feel like an outsider so I did just that. After
1 daquri
1 shot of remy red
5 shots of hypnotiq
1 incredible hulk
and grinding with this fine ass ni**a for about an hour�..i was a hot ass mess!!!! Drunk and sweaty, but still cute�lol.
Dummy me didn�t eat before getting drunk so had to end that night a little early cause as soon as I stopped dancing I started feeling nauseous. We made it back to the room by 3:00 am. While I was in the club Jessie had called. When I made it back to the room and after I took a shower, I called him back. While on the phone with J-mac, J called. (hahah�.i still got skillz) mind you it is about 4:00 am. I was shocked to hear from J. But I had to cut the convo short with him cause J-mac was on the other line talking all nasty and sheit. And of course J-mac was jealous as hell that someone was calling my phone at 4:00 in the morning. But I played it cool and told him that someone was just calling my cell for my cousin cause she does not have one.
Friday July 4, 2003:
Friday was not the best day. It rained most of the day and after getting caught out in the rain and getting soaking wet in my white tank top (so I guess u can say I was in an unofficial wet t-shirt contest) I refused to step foot outside the room until it stopped raining. Later that night Rie and I went to a party at club 360 We paid $30 f*uckin dollars and stood in line for 1.5 hours and stayed long enough to have one drink. The club itself was nice but we were looking for a different crowd. We were expecting men and women of quality not the same dudes that were down on Bourbon St. and the same lil skeezers that walk the streets. We were hoping that since the dress code was upscale and that you had to pay $30 dollars to get in that maybe something other than lil thug nigga�s would be in there. But dudes were still getting in with jeans and sneakers on. We were seriously disappointed. We ended up going back to the room and changing clothes again and hitting the Bourbon St. again. Although this time the crowd was thicker and the dudes even more obnoxious. I think it was just that I didn�t really feel like drinking like I did on Thursday so I did not have as good a time. We made it home that night around 4:00.
Saturday July 5, 2003:
Saturday was an EXCELLENT day. It did rained a little but we refused to let that stop us from kickin it. We went to the convention center to check out some of the art work on display and being the book lover I am, I spent $45 dollars just on books. The artwork that some of these black folks have put together just astonished me. I have never been to a craft fair like that were all the work is done by black folks and the talent that these people had was simply amazing.
Later we went to the mall and I found the most adorable CDC dress on sale at Macy*s. It was on sell for $39 dollars and I knew it would be the perfect dress to wear out to the club that night. Yea, Rie and I decided to try the club thing on more time. This time we paid $50 to get into the House of Blues. I never in my life have paid so much money to get into a club. But it was worth every penny. Doug E. Fresh and Biz Markie did the damn thing. I had the best time at that club and my dress got me the attention I needed. Can ya�ll believe I even brought a Kappa Kutie back to the room with me!!! I�m usually not into pretty boy Nupes but he looked G double O D!!! . When we exchanged numbers in the club he called me like 4 times while we were still there!! As much as I needed my screws tighten, and as cute as he was, I just could not do it. One night stands just aint my thang. I know I talked a good game a few weeks ago, but the last thing I wanted to do was wake up the next morning with regrets. Although, I still woke up wishing I had my with the Kutie. The funny part is that he tried to make ME feel guilty for not sleeping with him!! Had he invested a lil money in me (meaning he bought me a drink or two or three) he may have got lucky!! But I was no longer drunk by the time I made it back to the room and I was in my right senses so he didn�t� t get lucky like he was hoping. Oh well maybe next time! I am sooooooo tempted to post his pic that I took with my phone cam�..but that would be wrong�..right???? LOL
Overall I had a good time, meet a lotta kewl peeps and some not so kewl ones. I know one thing, my freakin cell has been ringing like crazy. (I don�t even remember given out my number, at least not my real one.) But who the hell knows what I did while inebriated. Half these fools I don�t even remember. Another funny thing is they get all mad when I don�t recall their name or where I meet them. I feeling like yelling to them to get the fuck over it and move on. If I don�t remember you it is because you obviously didn�t leave a lasting impression!! And hell I was surrounded by plenty of EYE Candy I can�t remember them all. I do remember the one that I meet in Houston who told me that he wanted me to sit on his face!! Yep right there in the middle of the club. That shit was so funny. All I could do was laugh.
So that is the "clean" version of my trip. I of course left out all the ass that I grabbed, the hard penises that I rubbed, and the sloppy drunken kisses that I shared....cause well in my eye, they never happened. Remeber what I said before
What Happens in New Orleans Stays in New Orleans
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