Month: November 2015
Debauchery and New York Style Pizza.
I almost forgot to write about one of the best nights out I’ve enjoyed in quite some time. Saturday night was epic. I even wore make up.
Astari was playing for Cyberia, a once a month party at Open Stage Bar in Miami. It’s a dress up party so I needed new clothes. I enlisted professional help with hair and nails to add to my bedazzling. New black skinny jeans, motorcycle jacket, black boots and red lipstick. I felt soooo Billy Idol…but a hot, black chick. The test? I walked into Marshall’s for a quick earring pick up. From across the store I hear, “She looks like a vampire!”. Cha-ching! Nailed it.
When I got to Heather’s, we had a cocktail and got into some girl talk, make up and last minute touch ups. Im the middle of all that, we had a mini photo shoot moment. Fun!
That was a lot of fun before we even made it to Miami. So…we made it to Miami. We were the belles of the ball and it felt good. Astari Nite was, of course, amazing. We took pictures and danced. Danced and posed. Blew kisses to our friends and smiled.
What I can remember was fun. What I don’t remember was probably fun, too. I do remember my new friend Gianni setting me up with GrubHub AND ordering a pizza. I am forever grateful. I had NOT but enough food in my belly to absorb the amount of alcohol I’d consummed. Thank You, Gianni!
We were still in party mode, at four in the morning, so our small band of revelers headed ove to a club called The Libertine. What an interesting name! What an interesting night! It’s a bit of a blur…but I do remember dancing a lot.
Yay!
A couple of hours later, Heather and I decided to call it an evening. IHOP was calling and we were answering! The evening recap was almost as much fun as the actual experience…especially since we were the most animated two people in the place. It was only about 6:30am.
Speaking of time. It’s time for me to hit the hay. Oh, what a night! I enjoyed every minute of it.
It’s Been So Long Since I’ve Written.
It’s Been So Long Since I’ve Written.
For a few months now, I’ve consistently written a daily blog…up until last week.
Time to get back on track. But how? My life now includes a job that takes up way more of my tiime and energy than the leisurely (comparatively), part time life I led before. Don’t get me wrong. Both lifestyles have their plusses and minuses. I do like have a steady income, though. It’s much more comfortable.
I just have to create a balance between teaching and being an artist/writer/creative. Teaching requires busloads of creative…but it’s heavily structured and institutional. I need more time to write and paint. It’ll come. I just have to come up with a solid plan.
Training will help. I just signed up to be a BeachBody coach and got my 21 Day Fix kit in the mail yesterday. I think the structure and physical activity will get my mind, body and brain to wake up in new ways.
It’s exciting!
I have some semblance of a plan. I will develop a game plan. I will…just not tonight.
I’m about to lay it down. Lay it down. Go ‘head, Lay it down.
Lol…yeah.
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My Cancer Nature Rocks Harder Than Usual When Sh*t Goes Down.
My Cancer Nature Rocks Harder Than Usual When Sh*t Goes Down.
Currently, it’s after eleven in the evening and my neighbors are playing a movie so loud that I can almost here the entire dialogue. I thought they were arguing.
It’s just the TV.
I wish they would turn that sh*t down.
I doubt if it’s an Oscar winner.
That was catty but…I’m trying to get my crabby sleep goin’ and all I hear is a bunch of loud gibberish.
Oh, well. Shovin’ in some earbuds. Time for a threesome with Deepak and Oprah.
Ahhhh…
Maybe it’s Maybelline…Naw, It’s Hot Fudge Sundaes With Extra Nuts.
Maybe it’s Maybelline…Naw, It’s Hot Fudge Sundaes With Extra Nuts.
Sometimes, when I’m at work, I feel as if I’m going bat shit crazy. I mean completely bat shit crazy. I love teaching, don’t get me wrong…but you can tell that nowadays, Jerry Springer’s been more influential on American Culture than you think.
I won’t go into detail but sometimes I wonder “Where dey do dat at?” In fact I’ve been privy to so much “Reality Show Syndrome” that at times I literally feel as if my brain is oozing from my earholes.
It’s weird for me to think of myself as the only sane voice in a mental institution. I feel as if I’m running to meetings, planning for classes, running to planning meetings, refereeing catfights, dodging desks, providing cheap mental therapy and keeping the coffee industry in the money.
I come home too stressed to meditate properly or even sleep.
I want to cry because I try to get parents involved who would rather blame me for their child’s academic issues.
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
But, I’ve decided to take the country music philosophy method of coping.
Instead of stressing, I’m gonna be like Kenny.
Sometimes I feel more like this:
Dolly describes many of my days…except my mornings begin at 7:30 and end at 5pm.
Well, it’s late and I’m gonna try to go back to sleep. I’ve let work me keep me awake long enough.
I love my job. I really do. I just feel like this sometimes…
when I wanna feel like this
…
but who hasn’t?
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