Boston Adventures
One girl's quirky adventures in this shitty town.
Sunday, November 20, 2005 :::
Dream a little dream of me!
Do your remember your dreams? I do. I remember most of the details of them also. My dreams are very vivid like movies but they don’t always make sense. I have had this dream before but it was slightly different and less complicated last time and it starred Silkk the Shocker. This time it stars Jay-Z and Questlove.
Ajay and I were in California visting my family . We were staying in a pretty nice hotel. I went out for brunch with my mother in the morning. When I arrived back at the hotel I suggested that he and I go out and sight see because he has never been to California. He then tells me that we can’t because he let my ghetto ass cousin borrow our rental car. I am heated so I go to the main floor of the hotel to let out some steam. I find this room and it is empty and I stand in it for just a second. I turn around I see Fat Joe walking towards me in that hideous blue fur coat. I’m wondering what’s going on. I say what’s up to him and continue to mind my own business. Then I run into Jay-Z. I let him know that I think he has a good flow but that in general I don’t really like his music. So he confides in me that he really doesn’t like his music and he does it just for the money. We begin chatting and what not and we really start to vibe. So we chill and I tell him my problems then we end up having some off the hook sex. Then I go to find my boyfriend and I introduce him to Jay-Z. We all start hanging out but we don’t tell him that we fucked. Why would me do that? Just act like nothing happened. Later we go back to the lobby and in that room I was in before there are people setting up for some sort of practice session. Jay introduces me to Questlove of the Roots and he says, “ I heard about you. I heard that you can sing and play the acoustic guitar.” I tell him he must be mistaken but he is sure it is me. He demands that I play at their benefit gig that night. I try to get out of it but he won’t let me (I was too afraid of the fro to decline!). I go to the gig and they are setting up and staging our places. I am still wondering why he hasn’t asked me to play or sing just so I could practice or something. Our opening act was a group of classical cellist and violinist. I go up to the group telling them how I used play the violin and the cello and I how I hate myself for not continuing in it (this is very true). I start crying and beg that they give me lessons. Meanwhile I have forgotten that I am supposed to perform. I am backstage trying to hide from Quest (pause).
Thursday, April 29, 2004 :::
I see him twice a week on the metro. I swear he is eye level with me. He also gets off at the same stop. I have no idea what his name is because I never care to remember. He always has a bewildered look on his face as he tries to figure out where he knows me from or if he has tried to talk to me before.
Everytime he wants to shit chat with me despite the fact that I might be reading the paper or lip synching with my head phones on. He is always telling me that he is new to the area from Miami and he would like to get to know me better. I wondered how he can be new to the area for six months. He always has a bewildered look on his face as he tries to figure out where he knows me from or if he has tried to talk to me before. He ask for my number each and everytime. Simply put he is short, unattractive, and looks older than I like them. Something about him is also very fagaycious. I try to be polite to people because you never know who will spazz on you.
So next time I see him I'm going to say 'Sir, you know you see me often but I never give you my number because I don't want to give it to you. I don't find you attractive so must we play this game?'"
Shurryl and I decided that we need a break from life. She's going through some job difficulties and I have just been going through life. So we get on the plan and arrive in Chicago without a hitch. We arrive at O'Hare airport only to realize that we don't know how to get from the airport to our hotel. So we call up Jordan, a friend of Shurryl's to ask him how to get there. We brave their ricketcy and expensive excuse for a subway system. It is a realitively easy system.
We get to the Hotel Allegro and it's really historic looking from the outside. I was really excited about the decor because I had been in one of their sister hotels, Hotel Rouge, and I loved the decor there. We walk in and the decor was like an episode out of Trading Spaces where Hildy
Thursday, March 18, 2004 :::
I want what I want when I want it. Even it if it doesn't make sense. I still persue. Even when I see doom ahead I still persue. I wouldn't be me if I didnt.
So many people have told me I should write again. Really, I have a lot to say but I'm too lazy to write it down. Now that someone who I didn't even think knew anything about my blog (I see you Celeste) or my online banter, asked me to update so I figured I would do so.
There are lots of deep, personal, and long winded things I could say but let's stick with minor musings. This is DC Adventures right?
I saw what appeared to be a 7 year old attempting to do the newspaper crossword puzzles.
W. Ellington Felton and Raheem Davaughn are quite the comedy duo. However, they aren't comedians, they are singers. O how I don't quite get Urban Ave 31 but the Street Experience Mixtape is on constant rotation.
As the true shopping diva I am. I returned to my throne. So the woman accidentally under charged me for my new pair of Lucky Brand Jeans. I knew it wasn't meant for me to pay that much for a pair of jeans.
Some people are only fun when you drunk with them.
I'm walking the streets to train for the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. So I am sure that I will have lots to say.
