February 23, 2004

Back In The Saddle

This weekend, I ended my self-imposed exile and I danced! Oh, dancing I've missed you! You sure are fun.

I can't really say what caused the shift, but it was fun being back out there enjoying myself again. A lot things have been kinda unstable right now. To say the job thing has been driving me nuts is the understatement of the year. Still, Thursday evening I basically accepted the issue as buried for the weekend and set about to have a good time. It was nice having the weather be a little warmer for a change plus it's getting darker later. The little things have done wonders for my disposition. Come on, Spring, we're waiting! I'm opting out of the Miami trip -- semi-unfortunately, just when I found out that some party friends are going to be doing it up. I'm trying to be practical in my approaching old age. Especially since with Farmer not going, it's a trip I really can't afford. Instead, I might be taking a family trip with Mr. Daddy and the little brother. A change of scenery will be nice.

I've adopted two new drinks of choice to greet the approaching seasonal change: the Highball and a glass of Porto. And yes, you can note that my tune has significantly changed on whiskey over the past months. People change. Sue me. I think drinking these is a way of getting comfortable with getting older. I certainly felt sophisticated in 419 drinking my port in the little glasses. Or it can just be another indication of being high maintenance as a random I chatted with one night a while ago called me. He offered to buy another of what I was drinking and I replied it was a Bacardi and pineapple juice. He was all, "wow...you must be high maintenance! I didn't even know they had pineapple juice at bars!" Then again, I didn't take him especially seriously. What's a girl supposed to drink? Long Island Iced Teas? Oh, sorry, I have a liquor pallette and don't just drink to get drunk. I do need to work on that. Anyways, a partially amusing episode was in Sea World for Jay-V's party. I ordered a highball and the bartender's response was "what the hell is that?" I rolled my eyes and said "Jack and ginger." She and I laughed about me mistaking him for someone who was there to mix all sorts of drinks. My bad.

Sea World sucked. I have to admit I've heard a lot about the place and I've wanted to check it out for a while now. Hani warned me that the mermaid thing wasn't really that much to write home about and he was right. Making the whole thing worse was the fact the place was actually crawling with Wes kids. That in itself shouldn't have been too surprising since one was the DJ and two others were promoters, but it was just a little too much for me. Hopefuly, getting the deluge will mean I have a low sighting level from now on. I was disturbed by the fact the place was about 80 degrees which wouldn't have bothered me if I wasn't wearing a blazer and this like six strand metal necklace. Perhaps it was the "hey, it's cold out there, but Bermuda in here!" weekend because 419 was uncomfortably warm Friday too.

Fun for me was hanging out at the Sea World bar when this random guy came up to Jay and said: "I just came over to let you know that I noticed you noticing me from across the room." We all looked at each other like "WTF?" and I had the hardest time restraining myself from laughing. Pure comedy. My bemused expression was caught by his friend and we got to talking. Funny and sharp kid. I smell potential, folks. I haven't thought that in forever. Unlike the case of 419 guy who fit The Mold of most of those I always like in a grittier and hotter package, I think I actually will call this time. I always choose substance over style when it really counts.

And I gotta add: "I'm Rick James, bitch! This is a celebration!"

Posted by Candicissima at February 23, 2004 01:30 AM