when the workday is done: Good Morning

The time is now a little after 5:3o in the am. Today was a long day starting early in the morning, me sleeping well. I woke up on the right side of the bed and everything, all felt good until I tried to call my mother then T.Mobile slapped me right in the face with a phone services is disconnected recording...smh. Needless to say I was hella pissed. This has never happened to me, and this was not my fault, that makes it that much more irritating. Take a note folks, this is why you dont have anyone els on your line BUT YOU. && family are some of those people that you dont let on your line. They are the reason I cannot make outgoing calls until further notice-very embarassing.

Later on in the day a good good friend of mines invited me out to a nice dinner for her birthday. It was a very nice and intimate affair at the chinese bistro P.F. Chang's. Laughter and spring rolls, and can someone please tell me whats the difference between egg rolls and spring rolls? If its the obvious answer that one has egg in it and the other dosent im going to scream...lol. Our waitress Karyn was quite a character, take Angelina Jolie-Pitt's looks and the personality of a saturday morning cartoon character. She was so ditzy and funny, had us laughin all night-and not intentionally, she was just really that funny. If you ever get to P.F. Chang's please request Karyn and you'll see why.

After dinner was over and the long ass highway ride[that wouldve been much shorter had we've just taken i75 like I suggested but im over it...]. I got a call to come up to Blake's so that I could roll on the floor laughing my ass off. && when i reached Blake's..boy did I laugh. There were so many fools and drag queens performing like you wouldnt believe...lol. I took a small cup of vodka and coke and the fun was amplified[Now in case i havent stated it already, I am not a drinker or smoker, i can hold my liquor but the instances where i drink are few and far between] We did meet a really cool guy though. He lives in Macon and graduated from my University. He impressed me with his moves on the dance floor. && I have to admit it's only because of the steriotype that white men have no rythm-oh yeah he was white.

Honestly ALOT happened at Blake's as well as the last few days since ive posted. In short-im sure there're things im going to skip over and possibly touch on in a later post. There was an unusually packed house tonight[unusual for me even though this is a new spot for me]. I've been working on the University work and getting financial aid moved around-major headache but should be worth it come graduation day. Mr. Rico and I have been doing some talking all has been pretty good, we both lead relatively hectic lives as it relates to spending quality time with one another-we're still learning each others schedules. We just got off of the phone during the start of this post and he's going to come and spend the day with me.

Not too much more to report, well there may be much more. im just a lil tired and the sun is playing peek-a-boo with my eyes, either that or the liquor was stronger than I thought it was.

Good Morning

-au•ton•o•mous

A Social Affair: when the workday is done

Last night was a good one indeed. I attended a social event, artisit of all types piled into the venue. It was nothing short of fantastic. I was impressed by all the work that adorned the walls and the different types of artist that came out-I was expecting only a specific type[shame on me right]. We[two of THE flyest socialites, and I] strolled in a lil later than expected. Atlantas weather must've been upset with everyone yesterday. The entire day was gloomy, with rain and dark clouds and the night got worst before it got better. Reguardless of that there was a wonderful turn out. I've been really good at spotting the real vs. the fake when it comes to talent-huh? you ask. Well last night, while lounging in VIP, we were approached by this very flamboyant woman. She was giving us this grand story of plans for the future and projects in the works, all the while im minding my own, getting into the live music. Everything she was trying to sell me on initially sounded alright in the beginning...UNTIL she continued to talk.

I started picking apart her stories, just in normal questions. The one thing that really stood out to me with her was all of the things she claimed to have been doing with this website and these playlist and this trend forcasting etc. etc. blah. blah blah. etc. So I asked her what was her url. She paused breifly then ignored my question and continued with the conversation. Now it was not my intent to embarass her, I was merely looking for some clarity, some understanding if you will. I feel that if you are actually living behind your words and arent lying then there should be no problem. Well I proceeded to ask more in depth questions about her plans. I simply asked her "Well what is your domain name"-same question as earlier just worded differently. && she tells me, with this look of disgust on her face, "Im just to busy to do all that right now" MIND YOU, a domain name is rougly between 10 and 12 dollars, and can be purchased and set up on an average of 10minutes. & in this day and age there're many ppl with blogs and twice as many with websites. So I, seeing what i'd done-embarassing her in front of everyone [purely accidental], ask her does she have a card then. Well she pulls out her business card and I notice that all that appears on her card is: one singular word-nightlife and her myspace url.
It took everything in my not to burst out in laughter.

You're so busy that you cannot take out 10 dollars and 10 minutes of your life to purchase an actual website but you can order business cards. that have nothing but a myspace url printed on them. When she passed them out...smh I just about fell over where I stood. I had to remove myself from the sitiuation, there were too many other people who actually had priorities and talent in order. I spent the rest of the night making small talk and exchanging contact information. All went well.

Sleep came about: 4:3o-ish [am.]

-au•ton•o•mous