Boston Adventures
One girl's quirky adventures in this shitty town.
Thursday, February 28, 2002 :::
Moonlighting i didn't think that people read this thing but i found that they do. i need to explain something just to keep people straight. Currently i am moonlighting as Puerto Rican. I am not Puerto Rican but I am often mistaken. I think it is funny how I am treated differently depending on what people think my race is. i don't understand why i am mistaken but I am. I just thought I might clear that up. So I am just a regular ole' African American descended from african slaves chick.
This is a motion to cease and desist. On 3 occasions in the last year I have had a dream involving a commercial rapper and myself. These dreams always involve me having sex with them. Last night I dreamt about having sex with Nelly. Now Nelly is not someone I would consider attractive and I don't even like his music enough to give him constructive criticism. He is also from one of the cities in the US with the most ghetto airport. If you are going to continue this theme I would prefer if it was other rappers that I would actually like to have sex with like Special Ed or Mos Def. In fact, I would prefer sex with the guitarist Ben Kenny and Stevie J. These nightmares have to stop or I may have to take further actions. If you have any questions our you would like to set up a meeting to discuss these matter you know how to reach me.
This past Thursday I traveled to Atlanta for the first time. I went to visit a good and not so good friend of mine. This person and I connected (well at least from my point of view) a while back but we were never in a position to build on it. In fact I don’t think that building was even on anybody’s mind. As it goes about 2.5 years have passed since our first meeting and it I finally made it out to Atlanta where he attends college.
For the last 2..5 years we have basically built a friendship over email. I don’t know exactly if you can call it friendship if the majority of the exchange electronic. What I can say is that he is definitely one of the coolest males that I have met in a long time and we tend to share in an uninhibited fashion. At one point in time I found this man very attractive but there were lots of things that I find intriguing about him. I could say that I also liked this guy but that would be inaccurate. The accurate statement would be that I found him very intriguing and at the same time absolutely strange. So it was more that I was curious about this far off person who could make whip cream. I just wanted to get to know what was going on in his head. Over the years we have interacted in-person and on the phone and that has given me the chance to get to know him better. With that said I could still say I don’t really know him but I still feel this unexplainable connection to him. It is a strange phenomenon and I would like to be able to explain it. It is as if he is the keeper of a secret but I don’t know what it is. This is all very comical because I don’t think he knows any of this. I think it might scare him slightly.
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I arrived late on Valentines Day and I cannot begin to explain the irony of the situation. The first place we stop was Popeye’s Chicken and Biscuits. Anyone who knows me knows that a Popeye’s biscuit is one of the most perfect foods on earth. I don’t know what they do to them but I can’t seem to get enough of them. We drove to his house that is about 20 mins. outside of Atlanta. We stayed a wake until about 3am catching up on things. Of course we had to speak on relationships because it was Valentine’s Day. It seemed as if we spent the entire weekend discussing sex and relationships. I found out a lot about his Spanish chica. I found it quite interesting that he met a woman that he totally connected with but he can’t really be with her because they live in different countries. At least they were smart of enough not to try and do a long distance type thing. I wish I could have been that smart at his age. Oh wait he’s only a year younger than me.
I met a lot of interesting people, or should I say boys. I spent almost the entire weekend around males. My training as a sexual health educator allows me to talk freely about sex. This is always an asset when it comes to young males. It gives them the opportunity to say what’s on their minds without fear of being branded a dog or a “horny bastard.” I think it also let’s people know that I am willingly to talk about anything and I if I don’t want to talk about a particular subject it must be pretty serious. Sometimes I wonder if I am doing myself a disservice in sharing my entire life with everyone I meet. I wonder if it will come back to haunt me. These types of fears only surface when I see people who are very guarded and I have a hard time understanding them. I guess it comes from pain or prior bad experience.
I also gave a lot of insight on women to these men. It is rare that a man can get a straightforward answer from a woman. Especially when you have to interact these women everyday they may not be as willing to share. The subjects covered were:
Oral Sex: Cumming in the mouth vs. Cumming outside of the mouth
Overrated Actors: Halle Berry, Taye Digs
Why G needs a Latin Chick
Salad Tossing
Social Justice/Change
Race Relations
How much I hate Bay Area rap
Sexual Safety
How girls are socialized to be selfish
Slang Terms across America
“Your but really isn’t that big!”
For this weekend I put away any type of feminist tendencies I have in order to be able to see men in their unaltered state. When a women places herself in to a male dominant situation they tend to become very defensive. So instead I decided that I would just let it flow in order find out what males are really like when females are not around. Actually it was not a conscious decision at the time but it just turned out that way. I would say that these guys were pretty tame. They were some of the most respectful cats I have met in life. They could use a good tongue lashing on a few subjects but they aren’t the types of men I have to worry about schooling. They will do fine. I could see most of them treating women fine. The only problem would be the age of old problem of the miscommunication between men and women.
For the record I would like to state that I don’t have a big but. It seemed as if I was very “butt-centric” this weekend. I was such a misunderstood woman. I was trying to use my but as an example of bigger problems between the sexes. I just couldn’t really make that apparent because before I could get started I would hear “Your but really isn’t that big!” I just have a but that is bigger than it should be for my frame so I try to wear clothes that don’t draw attention to it. In fact it is only because of the unwanted attention that it brings that I think about it. If no one mentioned it I wouldn’t talk about it at all.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002 :::
by special request i am here to tell a story. i am going to tell the story of G and myself. he's was a friend of a friend and now i consider him a friend or a damn good aquaintace. so the last time we saw each other was when I was in berkeley during the summer. after spending the day eating and record shopping we roll back to the car and find that our tire is flat. we rolled over a snapple botttle. so G attempts to change the tire but he finds that we don't have all of the equipment. he leaves the hubcap on the floor we call AAA and we chlll for a minute. we were parked in front of a church and there were a group of homeless people chilllin' so we just chilled with them. now only in berkeley wiill you find regular people kicking it with homeless people. so there we are with the thick black lady and the drunk latino man. now this woman had the largest breast one has ever witnessed. Mr. G must continue to point this out. so we chat it up with them for a good 40 minutes. talkin' about some intresting some kind of stuff. now G is flexin' the spanish and we were having a pretty decent time considering the situation. so as we were chillin another homeless guy walks by us and casually picks up the hubcap. now when i mean casually i mean to say that brotha was doing his pimp stroll and on the "dip" motion he picked it up. now everyone sort of looked at each other because dude tried to do this on the down low but he had 4 people looking at him. so we had to regulate for a second. dude was like "oh i was trying to move it so no on would trip over it." okay, hmmm don't think so. that hubcap would have been at the ashby bart flea market the next day.
it is really one of those had to be there, or more like i need to demonstrate.
my life is really crazy right now. i'm going to the atl in 2 days. i just hope the Mr. G knows that i must go shopping.
i also have to stop sharing myself with some people. how dare people suggest that when i go on vacation i hook up with random people, especially when they know i am in a committed relationship. the person believes that somehow i am not going to have as much fun because i am being committed to someone. so what if he isn't the ONE. first of all i don't believe in the one. why am i going to regret being with some who makes me happy? hooking up with people won't make me any happier and i don't think it will be anymore fun. plus that isnt my stlye anyway. if i wasn't in a committed type thing i might meet more people but that's about it. i have absolutely no regrets about being committed to this man. So why is suggested that i might regret it? I just think someone overstepped their boundaries with me. I don't think I am going to somehow miss opportunties to meet Mr. Right. as long as I am happy then who cares. it's also the age thing. people think that i shouldn't be committed. well i'm not getting married but i am building a lasting friendship. the thing is it's my choice and I didn't ask for all of that from the person. i was just telling people how excited i was to be leaving. the funny thing is that these people are 2-3 yrs older than me an all they think about is when they are going to find somebody. so just let me have my somebody and stay the eff out my business. but it's my fault for letting them in right? right!
i also shouldn't have told these white chicks (i know but i had to say it) that my friend went to an all black male college. cuz now they got mandingo dick on the brain. they really perked up after that one. now they are all trying to hitch a ride.
[edits for clarity]
now on to the demoralizing thing of the week. the health assement. flexibility. poor. BMI. poor. strength. poor. poor. poor. they could have just told me i was fat and ugly. i might have felt better about that.
Friday, February 08, 2002 :::
Hello world. You can now post comment on my entries here. So if you want to tell me how beautiful and sexy i am feel free. In the process I tried to get a little fancy and messed up some other stuff so bear with me while I am under construction.
OKAY this chica has a website KoDefendant I used to read it just because i had nothing else to do but now i go there because she always has good quizzes up.! So far I have found out that i would be a cuba libre, courtney love, and now trent. I am one confused chica.
Sunday, February 03, 2002 :::
Life is looking up on this side of the country. although it seems to be getting colder i seem to be getting warmer. I have decided that I have to stop complaining and start doing. #1 i am getting into shape and I couldn't be happier. #2 i'm going to take to a biostatistics class and get my learn on. #3 I must have more fun and not waste away my free time thinking about how boston sucks. Let's make the most of this.
This weekend was better than most. I had all of these plans which fell through but I was happy about having plans for a change. Usually i don't bother with it. I was going to see Audra McDonald the opera/broadway singer but I didn't make it in time. I was also going to see some old school films at the museum for Black History Month but it was really cold and I didn't want to make the trek. And why did Science not know it was Black history month? He was the social director of the Black Student Union in college. Now I am demanding that he take it off his resume because he don't know nothing about this. Well he does if you know what I mean. Especially this weekend *wink*!
Friday, February 01, 2002 :::
Yesterday I almost bought a ticket for a flight from Atlanta to Boston. Well I live in Boston so why would I do that? I was tipsy and didn’t even know it. I have often wondered about drunk people. With my little snooty prudish self I would think “Do these people not realize how stupid they are acting?” Well maybe they don’t. But really I did, I knew was tipsy but not that tipsy. How did I get drunk you ask? Well I was drinking you dummy!
Thursday night I went out with my coworkers to this Jamaican restaurant called Rhythm and Spice. Now for those of you with awesome memories will remember that I went to this same place for my very date in Boston. My cute little coworker decided that the youth of the company should get together from time to time. This guy is also lonely, although I often used to think of sexually corrupting him, he is taking a year off from school and is trying to figure out how to have fun in the adult world. We get to the restaurant and we eat drink and are merry. We were loud as hell and my friend has the guy at the next table buying her drinks, and the ladies were schooling the guys on how to step to women in the club. So during dinner and I had a daiquiri and it was pretty good and it loosened me up a little. After dinner I have rum and coke and we order a Smirnoff ice for my young coworker. Now he is only 20 and doesn’t really drink. So we order him the Smirnoff and I tell him if he doesn’t like it I will drink it. Now the rum and coke and the Smirnoff arrive at the same time. Then a waitress approaches us asks if we are planning on staying for the dance party they have on Thursday nights. We decide not to and I immediately down the Smirnoff and the rum and coke. I don’t know what I was thinking but that was bad idea. So of course I was more than tipsy because usually I can only drink 2 drinks. So I started clowning everybody, particularly the boys.
So when I got home I remembered that I needed to buy a plane ticket for my trip to Atlanta. I’m on the phone with my friend discussing the details. I am finding really good deals for my plane flight. So I go through the entire process and at the last screen they ask for my confirmation. I read over the itinerary and realize that if I press the button I am going to buy a ticket for Atlanta to Boston and not the other way around. I am lucky I caught that because these were non-refundable tickets. Then I knew that I had a problem. But it was quite funny because I haven’t had a drink in quite some time. So it was a fun night and I was able to let my hair down a little bit. So here’s to more fun in the New Year.
