Thursday, August 13, 2009

SOOooOooo,
, I set my alarm to wake up 3 hours early to get to the library to finish my homework.
Hit what I thought was the snooze button.
Woke up an hour later.
Get to the station.
Swipe.
Insufficient fare.
Go back home for the right metro.
Race back to the station.
Great.
The train is coming.
The idiot conductor says "Its running on the opposite track people!"
Get to the opposite track.
Its running on the right track.
Run to the right track.
Miss the train.
There goes a typical morning.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

New Layout!

Hey guys!
Alright, so I was getting a little bored with my original background.
I mean, I was diggin the whole dark and intimate look,
But, Im kinda feeling this one.
Is it a keeper or a ditcher?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Beach Day!

After hearing that I needed a getaway day,
My Bff Authentik- SupaFlai ditched the work place and came to my rescue.
We went to the BEACH!
We had major fun, just the two of us.

Here are a few of the pics...
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Send Prince Charming

Im laying in my bed.
4AM.
But I haven't exactly figured out how to fall asleep.
I logged off Facebook, and decided to check my blog.
As I was reading it, I realized how doggon scorned I sound.
Like, Im laughing as I write this, but, Its a shame.

My friend Allan and I have this little joke about how ALL West Indian moms are born scorned or like, irate, lol.
But, I wasnt always like this, lol.
I was the happiest person you could meet.
Always laughing, smiling, not a negative word could be found in my mouth.
Although, Im not too different,
It just sucks that I am so upset all the time.
Its like, I ask God all the time, do you really want me to be happy?
I see all this good happening for everyone else around me, but none for myself.
I for once would like to be the girl in the annoyingly adorable relationship.
I mean, I know Im a cool person, and I deserve all this, but, I just really dont understand when and where it could be.

All the old guys and Ex's wanna get back in the picture now, but I'm soo over em.
Send Prince Charming over already, lol.

Its so funny, my and my BFF Authentik SupaFlai went to the beach.
Her boyfriend dropped her off.
We get to the beach, alll these doggon couples.

The worst part was, when the sun started setting,
I felt soo romantic.
I wished soo badly to have someone there with me to cuddle with.
I feel so bad too when my friends ask to double date, but I have absolutely NO qualifying prospects to accompany me.

Now,Im not saying, there arent any guys in the equation,
but, not ONE of them end up in the solution.

Wish me luck ppl.
All I ask is for a long term smile on my face.
Thats it.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Calling it Quits

I think I've finally decided to call it quits.
I've finally reached the point of complete overwhelming frustration with the opposite sex.
Your too nice, caring, and supportive,
You get treated like trash.
Your too quiet, introverted, and to yourself, you get called the B word.
I dont get it.
I mean, of course, those are all vague examples, but
I really hate the fact that sooo many guys tell me I'm a great girl, right up until our friendship dissipates.

Seriously though, I try to be as supportive, reliable, honest, and caring about everyone.
But, when it comes to guys, they always take me for granted.

For example,
This one guy.
He'd literally cry and whine, and complain about his mom, and I'd listen.
When he needed money to pay for gas, without even asking, I'd give it to him.
When he wasn't working and he needed money for food,
I'd give it to him.
When he just started a new job, I bought the guy a metro card to get through his first week.
After being together for however long we were together, he realized I was marriage material and he wasn't ready for a relationship.
But not just a relationship, period.
A relationship with me.
He ended up with his ex-girlfriend not, but 2 weeks after our split.

Now, Mr. Awesome.
Really sweet guy.
I never feel pressured around him to behave any particular way.
He never tries to make a move, although he's made his interest plain and clear.
I completely appreciate the fact that he knows my values and wont even step foot in the door of relationship talk with me, because of them.
But, once again...
I play the miss home maker position and bring him food to his studio,
Invite him to the house when the family cooks,
And make myself available when he wants to hang out.
Finally, I arrange a day for the two of us to hang,
He forgets and ends up making plans.
Although, he invited me, I declined.
Its the fact that I was able to remember something so simple and my time, or even, us spending time together was the farthest thing from his mind.
But, of course, I forgave the mistake.
We make plans for the very next day.
I call him.
He answers, and we agree to speak in a little while to finalize everything.
As you can already tell,
He doesnt call me back.

I mean, of course I know now not to hang with the guy,
But what is it about them that makes them feel no shame or mercy when it comes to me?
Why arent they afraid to let me down as I would be them?

This is why,
I have officially decided to stop dating, hanging out, seeing people, anything that involves interacting with the opposite sex.
No, to the retard who's gonna ask if I'm saying Ive decided to become lesbian,
No.
I believe in Jesus and to be quite frank, lesbianism, gays, bisexuals, bestiality, zoophilia, all those things wont be allowed in heaven.
Considering I see myself being there, I'd like to not entertain those ideas.

But, anyway, I quit on guys for a while.
So, if you need me, I'll be in the library somewhere reading a novel or something.

What's a girl to do?

My best friend (Authuntik- SupaFlai) is away at her brothers wedding.
My cousin is away at drill for the Military,
And my sister is going away for school.

I, of course was blessed with the WRONG weekend off...
causing me to die alone of boredom.
That one special guy who's post will now remain in my draft, super MIA'd on me.
So, instead of spending an AMAZING weekend eating food, listening to music, and goofing around in the studio with Mr. Awesome,
I was forced to sleep for 18 hours, add music to my Ipod, attend a social function for the middle age, and accept the call in to work on Sunday.

Not to mention, I starved in the house, considering the beautiful stainless steel fridge is empty AND
I'm afraid to walk outside after the 15 year old kid pelted a mini rock at my leg because I didnt say goodnight to him and his prepubescent friends.

So, as I lay here in my full sized bed with distasteful flowered- quilted bedding,
I ask you all...
What's a girl to do?

Driving slow on Sunday Mornin'

So, its Sunday.
Rise and Shine.
I woke up this morning from the most annoying voice of a West Indian.
My dear, dear, aunt.
Lawless, yet respectable.
The alarm upstairs goes off.
Instead of walking up that one flight of stairs,
She believes deep down in her spirit that its okay to make enough noise,
Scream my name from the depths of her soul,
In order to wake me to turn it off.

Craziness.

Of course, I ignored, seeing how she dragged me out of bed at ELEVEN O'CLOCK to accompany her to party amongst the middle aged.
We got in the house around 5-ish.
During the drive home, I counted on my fingers " 6-1, 7-2, 8-3, 9-4, 10-5, 11-6, 12-7, 1-8".
Thats how many hours of sleep I'd have if I was lucky enough to fall asleep by 6.

After waking up to such torment,
I can't help but to move at the slowest speed available.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Who Do Ya Love?


American Fangs.
I first fell in love with them at AfroPunk 09.

The drums started.
The bass kicked in
The guitar got me grooving.
But it wasn't until...

Lead Vocalist, Gus jumped and wailed all over the stage.
From that moment on, I realized... He was the one.
(Im only lying, lol)

But, these guys were awesome.
Full of energy...
Interactive with the audience...
I knew what they were saying...

They just won me over, lol.
Check out there music..
I think you'd enjoy em.
My Guy Gus
(Noo.. he's not really my guy)

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

What's Listening?

So, I've been listening to the same playlist on repeat for a while now.
I REALLY like every single song on the playlist.
Take a listen, folks!



Thursday, July 30, 2009

To Study.. Or Not to Study?

So,...
Again. I apologize, you guys havent been in on this...
I've started school again.
Yeeey?
No Yay.
Ive always felt that If I were, for some ridiculous reason, (one such as hating a subject with such hateful intensity die and go to hell),
My torture would be to sit in a bowl full of bananas and mushroom listening to the Phantom of The Opera Soundtrack while being forced to solve algebraic equations.
Sounds simple, eh?
NO!
Not for me, pal.
I hate math with such a passion, I get a minor neck ache when i think about it.
Pray for me as I study the not so interesting subject entitled...

Math


Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Hey everyone!
Sorry Ive been away for a while.
My plate is kinda full and Im not too sure the dog even wants to eat it.

ANYWHO...

Life is okay, ya know.
As you read not too long ago, still working at the Gap.
No, they aren't paying me enough, but, hey...
Thats a few extra dollars (and I do mean dollars) that I wouldnt have otherwise.
Yes,... I'm still single.
Whoever I seemed to have my eyes on CLEARLY did something for me to move them...
But I'll save that for another post.
I'm in school... still no kids...

Thats about it.

I guess I'll go ahead to the next post.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Texter.

Can somebody... ANYBODY explain to me what it is about men...
Well, boys/guys and texting?
Ya know what,... not even texting.
More like texting, IM'ing, BBM'ing... all forms of unorganic electronic communication (except phone calls).
This guy,... I've known him for maybe two years.
Would never go on a date with him.
He can't seem to understand it.
I'll tell you why.
For months and months.
This guys only form of communication had only been through Instant Messaging.
He claimed that despite him having my number, he was too busy to call.
Now, okay.
I've never initiated ANYTHING with this guy.
Its like, "What the heck do you want from me, freak?"
You don't call, always text at the same time even though you never have time?
Whats on your noggin?
Anywho...
The initial introduction,
Transferring of numbers,
All that was him.
Never persued him.
Was never all too interested.
Of course, considering my lack of interest, we lost contact.
Until, not too long ago
We reunited.
No...
We didnt run into one another on the bus.
He didn't stumble upon my number.
He saw me logged in to AIM.
After having only one or two conversations with him,
I was reminded exactly why I stopped communicating with him.
Again, I ended contact.
He texted.
Instant Messaged.
I ignored.
Finally, completely forgetting him,
He instant messaged me.
Asked me why I had been avoiding him.
Apparently, he loved our conversation and couldn't understand my "withdrawl".
Without hesitation,
I admitted to him my dysfuntion.
I was overtly annoyed with his inability to verbally communicate
I mean, how is it, via text are you actually getting to know me?
"LOL" Is not how I truly laugh?
DO YOU even know how I laugh?
Disgusting.
Sophomoric, perhaps?
Using the same excuse as before, he was still too busy and didnt have time to talk.
This was severly odd to me considering we were having a half hour long conversation that if exchanged using telecommunication would have cut the time down to a mere 7-10 minutes.
Either way, he apologized with an useless promise of calling me the next night.
I told him I had to work that night.
He didnt understand that I DID NOT WANT TO TALK TO HIM!?
Or maybe the feeling is reciprocal?
Maybe its the other way around?
Maybe he just did not want to speak to me.

The Massive Skrew Up

I've been feeling a little strange lately.
While reading Steve Harvey's "Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man",
I, of course came to terms with a lot of things with myself.
Aside from the obvious feelings and revelations you'd have while reading a book like that,
I came upon another discovery.
I had been dating this guy for a while in October.
He was a genuine sweetheart.
Did everything the guys in the book are supposed to do.
Brought me to meet his family...
Invited me for dinners...
Claimed me as his own.

And not that those are impossible achievements,
But, I've ended contact with plenty guys for simple reasons like that.
Not opening doors...
Calling too late.
Not being on time,...
Just not being a gentleman.

But this guy was perfect.
After a movie night at his house, I left my cell phone at his house.
After reiterating to him- he didn't have to bring it over that night,
The next day, he came to my job with my cell phone.
Now, I've known guys who'd try to find ways for the girl to meet them halfway to drop off whatever it was that they left and not even attempt to hand deliver the item.
Although, I was somewhat annoyed by what I considered his "Jamaicaness"
(He's not even Jamaican)
He was the perfect guy to me.
Spoke to me well...
Respected my feelings.
He was great.

Of course...
like the retard I am,
I ditched him for someone else.
I was ubberly into some other guy who I now know to be a massive lame
And I let the good guy go.
Like some guy once said to me.
Wether you feel it now or later...
At some point, your gonna feel it hard for someone you mistakenly let go of.
I definitely feel it now.

So, to M.K.
My apologies... miss you mucho.

Look. Listen

Okay, So, maybe I'm weird, but I really like this song.
I must admit.. I'm a girl.
I have feelings.
And there sometimes similar to this.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Back to regular Programming.

Hey guys!
Well, I've been neglecting you all on my personal life and daily ridiculousness.
But of course...
Couldn't veer too far away from that.
Now,...
I dated this guy I met a few months ago.
Great guy.
Unfortunately,... not great enough.
Now, wait. Hear me out.
I'm not being outrageously picky.
I mean, on first encounter basis, my ideal guy is tall (5'11+),
Brown skin, dark caesar, good skin, athletic, music oriented, appropriately employed, lol... all that.
All those things are epitome qualities id want "my guy" to poses.
I personally don't think its much to desire,.. no biggie, right?
Of course, there are gonna be those guys who catch my eye...
Not exactly David Beckham, but well dressed, super masculine, great smile...
Or Jay Hernandez to a T, but is a starving artist without much of a steady income.
Its cool.
Moneys no biggie right now... that comes in during marriage talk, and Im nowhere near it.

But, back to the main topic,
This guy was cool.
I met him a night out with my friends.
He was well dressed, well spoken, great sense of humor.. all the good stuff.
After speaking to him for a while, of course, i got to know about his personal life.
Now, I love when I can speak to a guy, and he feels comfortable sharing intimate details about himself.
Its nice to know that he trusts me with that.
But, after seriously joking about having a sexually transmitted infection, mid- twenty something, and no job OR career,... is where yuh really tink dis friendship gon go?
Yes!
I most definitely had to put on my accent for this one.
Clearly, the fact that he felt comfortable sharing that information with me shows he either
A) Is mentally delusional (my statement for the year)
OR
B) Is used to dealing with women or girls who entertain that nonsense.
Maybe its my South American/ Caribbean culture that trained me to believe that men should work, strive for success, and have some sense of respectable pride.
DONT SHARE THAT WITH ME!?
I don't wish to know... atleast not within the first month bout your STI you cant treat because your job at Wendy's fired you for you ganja addiction, lol.
Don't do it, man... just don't do it.

So, upon notice of this guys... problems
I resorted to be reiteratively truthful.
"I am not looking for a relationship (with you)"
"Your a really good friend (from a distance)"
"Yeah,.. I'm fine with being single (if my only option is you, yes)".

But for some strange reason.... he wasn't hearing ANYTHING I had said.
We'd speak on the random, and he'd repeatedly express how he wanted a girlfriend.
Then, he'd proceed to verbalized his level of maturity....
Right up until he asked me to be his girlfriend.

The mere fact that he sincerely believed... with all of his liabilities...
Not to mention his sophomoric tactic
showed me that, not only was he not ready for a relationship with me,
But he just, flat out wasnt my type.

He'd literally whine about it on the phone.
A twenty something year old?!
Unemployed.
Lives with mummy.
Its ridiculous,

Please guys, please....
Don't get the wrong idea about me.
I'm not grimey or cold hearted.
It just frustrates me to have to deal with guys who aren't grown up, but want grown up responsibilities,..lol.
I'm kidding,... sounding like my Mum.
But, seriously...
I have to be like this.
Because, one day, your gonna have to meet my mum.
And, of course, she'll be respectful to you.
But I'm gonna have to hear it about how strangely prepubescent you are.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Hey Arnold!

Everyone knows that the 90's were the good ol' days.
Back when Doug and Power Rangers were the Sheezy.
Well, heres a treat for the young at heart.
Mi Favorito.


hey arnold! - helga's show, the flood

Kevin Leong.




























You might have seen him in a few episodes of Run's House as Russell Simmons Head Designer for Phat Farm.
Or maybe in random fashion shows of NYC.
25 year old Kevin "Saer" Leong apparently made his debut while interning for Def Jam at age 18. Coincidently bumping into Russell Simmons on an elevator, the two exchanged words of Fashion Wisdom thereby instigating his hire as a Phat Farm intern.
Now, I personally wouldn't call him Americas Best dressed designer, but
This guy is certainly dripping in Swag Flu, lol.


Thursday, June 18, 2009

Jamie Foxx & Drake Perform Digital Girl.

This was truly a strange performance.
Didn't really feel a good vibe from the audience.
Jamie's voice was a little ashy.
Oh, and, pay attention to how Drake gives ZERO eye contact to Jamie when he comes in.
The guy just couldn't keep still!
I sorta-kinda get the feeling he might be drinking the cough syrup juice from Weezy.
Anyway,
Check it out.

Attack of the Deep V!!!! Aggghhh!!!


Look, I love the idea of guys with crisp clean -
"Yes, Im wearing the right size" Tee
Paired with Classic Levi's Slim- Straight denim, Banana Republic Gingham Short Jacket and Ralph Lauren Ranger Boot.
I appreciate it.
It makes me feel clean, lol.
But, hold on to your hats guys!
Your not off the hook.
DEEP V-NECK TEES!?!?
Who's idea was this- other than my ultra feminine neighbor who wore it in attempts to create the illusion of cleavage for his life partner?
Why are you doing this?
Now, because you guys wanna be all fashionable and follow the trend incorrectly,
Millions of women have just trained themselves to avoid eye contact with you.
Regardless of how straight you claim to be,
the Deep V-Neck Tee your wearing appears to be speaking differently.
Hey, hey, hey,...
Don't get me wrong.
I love guys who wear crew necks and v-necks.
No, I don't discriminate.
But, I just feel I have to inform you that when you wear this,
Your flashing a "Not available for YOUR gender" sign.
Take this into consideration, guys.
Please.
If not for me,
do it for the betterment of mankind.

Introducing...The Knux
























PUT IT IN THE AIR!
Im sure for a fact you read that status message on my Facebook a few times?
Or not?
But, The Knux (For some reason, I keep spelling it KNUCKS)
are freakishly awesome.
I first saw'em on my favorite channel VH1 Soul in their Video F!RE (Put it in the Air).
I didn't realize that their song Daddy's Little Girl was the opening song on Angela & Vanessa Simmons Daddys Girls.
Anywho, I love them.
Their receding hairline Afro/Dread/Twists are cool to look at.
Not to mention, their sound is organic and the best to play to liven up a party.
But, the info...
Their both brothers from New Orleans.
Kentrell "Krispy Kream" Lindsey and Alvin "Rah Almillio" Lindsey (My Guy)comprise the group.
Anyway, support them.
Request them.
Listen to their music.
I, for one will do all three.
That, as well as donate to cream for their receding hairlines.
F!RE (Put it in the Air)

Friday, June 12, 2009

::The Messenger of Rejection::

Nothing hurts worse than being the receiver of rejection.
But,... I must admit, it hurts just as bad when your the sender.
I mean, we all know that at some point of our lives, we experienced some sort of unrequited love, interest, and/ or attraction.
Put ourselves out there- made ourselves vulnerable for some lowly guy or girl, to eventually be shut down, turned away, or in whatever way discontinued.
But it sucks just as badly to be the messenger of rejection.

At one point, I had been friends with this on guy for about 2 months.
To be completely honest, I got tired of him.
And yes, I took advantage of his presence because I was bored.
Whenever I'd get bored, I'd call him.
Whenever I wanted to laugh for a few minutes, I'd call the guy.
It wasn't until I got completely bored and frustrated with his needy... needyness, that I realized It was time to cut him off.

Time went on, giving me an opportunity to think about the way I treated this guy.
I mean, I had, not too long before been in the same situation with someone else, being on the bad end of the bargain.
How much different was I from the guy that "G'd" me?
As I avoided his constant attempts to reunite,
I started to feel even worse.
I thought about it for a good while.
Its never cool- playing with someone's emotions for your own personal comfort or insecurity.
Either way, however it ends up happening, what you do will bite on the neck and I guarantee you'll feel the pain of that person.

When I was about 8years old, my mom dated this guy.
They had a two year long relationship,... talked marriage, the works.
He eventually betrayed her, leading to the end of their relationship.
Eleven years came and went.
Upon the passing of my dear aunt, he came to her funeral,
(considering his,... ya know, relation to the family).
This guy was married, two children.
He lived with the guilt
This man repeatedly apologized to my sister and I... explaining to us how much he loves my mother and didn't mean to hurt us.
Humorously enough, he told us he still considers us his children and still holds on to the artwork and toys we gave him.
Pathetic, isn't it?

Clearly, you guys should see my point.
No matter what the situation,... how it turns out, what it looks like,
It hurts to be the sender of rejection.

I think I might be a fan?

Algebra Blessett.
I've been fighting her name for the longest.
Friends of mine would have her on their Myspace top friends list...
My cousin Tiffany would talk about her music, but I just never fancied her.
It wasnt until my sister played one of her songs
"What Happened?" on her Purpose album.
I fell in lo ve with that song.
And when I say "fell in love", I mean,... the song has to be played at least three times.
Check her out, guys!










Iluvu2much (Feat. Algebra Blessett) - Eric Roberson

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Chanel Iman


Chanel Iman.
She's the coolest African-American model there is today.
Only 19 years old with a resume to kill for.
She's walked for GAP (My new company,...yay!) Dolce & Gabbana, and Marc Jacob.
I'd see every once in a blue featured in Teen Vogue Magazine and InStyle and really admire the way she dresses and carries herself.
Growing up the awkward girl in Atlanta, Georgia to become a world renowned Super Model is well worth it.
Rumored to have been dating musical genius Ryan Leslie, she managed to steer away from the harsh and in my opinion freakishly retarded world of gossip (ie: MediaTakeout) and maintain her untarnished image.
Check her out yall! :)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Who's the Best?

So,...
I've been MIA from my blog.
I have someone who I would love to introduce to you guys.
My sister...
Seanice.
I can honestly say I have the best sister in the history of America!
I can date ALL the way back to the early 90's.
I was a mere adolescent.
Back then, I'd do the most rediculously stupid things ever.
Light the carpet with matches...
Iron the carpet...
Stack boxes on the shopping cart to see how high I'd get.
I was a truly strange kid.
But my sister,... she was the good one.
The smart one.
I'd get into so much trouble, and she'd take the blame for it.Broke the bathroom counter...
She took the blame...
For my 18th Birthday, took me on the greatest shopping spree ever!
Did my home work for me...
Supported my pursuit of music.
She's the best.
I havent been the most supportive and encouraging sister.
And, I feel that she deserves this acknowledgement.
Right now in life, she's taking summer classes at College of Staten Island.
She ended her second year at Clark-Atlanta University
and is continuing her degree in Business.
Freshman year of her college career,
She was awarded as the only freshman to maintain higher than a 3.5 GPA.
Although she's harrassing me to use my laptop,
She deserves any and everything she wants.
And If I can give that to her in any way,...
I will.
I LOVE YOU NANI!!
NANI NANI NA NA NANI!
And here she is!!!
(Lets all give her a round of applause!)








Oh,.. by the way...


She's officially a member of the Mac Fam Organization...


The FOOL's!


Her Fool Name? Rum Boogy Don... lol


The name says it all

Last But not least... This is for you!

Happy Birthday!

PAID IN FULL!!! LOL



Monday, June 8, 2009

Road Trip

So, I've been gone for a while, but theres more than enough to talk about.
I went on a road trip to Rochester.
Had a BLAST!
My cousin Alicia was celebrating her birthday.
We went to Darien Lake Amusement Park and had a great time.
Here are the pics!
(Wish you couldve came Mannie!)


Friday, June 5, 2009

Late Late Night Art Gallery Shin Dig


Tonight has been one of the most superlative nights I've had in a LONG time.
A good friend of mine, Rebekah invited me out.
Her brother Sly planned to attend an art gallery and she thought I should come.
Along for the ride, was my super fun cousin Merisa.
She always knows how to have a great time.
It was so frikkin strange though.
The whole time I was there, I kept asking myself,
"Who has art showcases after 8pm?"
But it was soo awesome.
While we were there,... met some pretty cool people.
Not to mention....Free drinks. All night.
Take a look, guys.
(Well, not literally "GUYS",... When I say "GUYS", I just mean "YOU GUYS". I don't discriminate lol)

The train ride... that wasn't exactly the most EXCITING part of the night...

Met up with my homie doo wop Rebekah

These kids, lol... the guy (Steven: Personal Stylist) asks me to take a photo of him since he forgot his camera... as you can see, its CLEARLY on his wrist, lol. They were straight though.


This one... mi favorito. Created by Jayson (With a "Y") Atienza... funny guy

Taking this photo was a lot of fun. Some random pretty Blondie woman walked up to us.. shouting a little too loud over the music "You guys want me to take a photo of you? I LOVE taking photographs!"

So this frikkin awesomely cool photographer... Jason.. stops me and says "Hey, you have an interesting look, can I take a photo of you?". A few moments later, he stopped Merisa and asks the VERY same thing... Verbatim, lol. He was awesome though, :]

This picture is my favorite. Natashaaa... A really sweet friend of Rebekah and Sly's. The first thing she said when she saw us was "You two are so beatiful... nice smiles", in her very European accent lol.

LOL!!! HA!!! This was the highlight of my night. All I know was the light turned green and... the girl was stretched out on the pavement. A true genius.

Of course,... food had to fit in this story at SOME point. We hit up Puck Fair. Using only our charm and wit, lol,.. the bouncer let us in. The food was awesome.

Cab ride home was awesome. 20 bucks. Ya gotta love the Yellow Cabs... : ]

To some people, the night might seem simple and corny or just not fun enough to use the word "superlative". It wasnt your typical night out... loud deafening music, FIFTEEN THOUSAND people stepping on your brand new boots or, lights so dim you could hardly see your teeth. The night was smooth because I spent it with some really cool people... hanging out,... listening to music.... drinking, laughing, and getting to know one another.

Didnt even have to stay out till 4am with a hangover and a tat of the name of a guy named Hank.