Anikulapo

Oh what a night!

Let me start by saying this: I feel weird. It's not that I mind living my life on front street and I definitely don't mind putting fools on blast. I also get a kick out of crowing about the good. But when it comes to folk that are generally private I pause.



Ok enough of that. The way I see it, only my close friends and random strangers read this anyway. I'll say what I want, let the consequences be damned.

I believe it was Coco Chanel that said "put everything on and then take one thing off." It's a good thing she was talking about jewelry or I would have ended up bare-assed. Sometimes when you throw a lot of things together it looks good. Other times it's a hot mess, which is one thing I refuse to be. People should learn the difference. Instead of taking off one I took off 3. And I must say, it was a good move. During on the ride downtown I wondered where I was gonna stash my swag when I remembered that Bee drove into the city. Thank God for friends with cars.

I pull up and she's out front looking fantastic. Work that bustier girl! We enter and after settling in, the dancing began. Rich did his damn Fela thing. I was so moved. Everyone was having a helluva time enjoying the beat. However, the sound system in S.O.B.'s leaves a lot to be desired. That seemed to be a running theme for the night. It wasn't as full as it should have been so that all of the nuances in the music could be heard. It could have been worse though, I could have been in some sad ass club with a bunch of little kids listening to screwed and chopped music. With people that can't dance. Ugh.

Homegirl behind the bar did me in with Mohitos made with Bacardi Limon. Whooo chile. And then it happened. Shakara Oloje came on and we proceeded to lose it. And I do mean lose it. I danced with some sisters that had this joy thing down pat. Very seldom do I get to dance with people who can actually feel music in their souls and express it with their bodies. We MOVED. Toba fowo kan mi. Jowo fi mi sile! What a beautiful moment. That is what my initial excitement was about. That singular sensation of just being caught up in the nanosecond that we mutually agree that life is good. The night could have ended after that and I would have been happy. Mah Kana E!

I didn't get to see Human which was a disappointment and at some point we lost track of Pachino while I was getting text happy with Jay Disco. Talk about old connections. And after Shakara it was time for Ubiquity.
Oh lord.

On the way over to First Ave I committed my first act of self-treason. I sent a text. A query of sorts. Then I followed it up with High Treason. I called. Sheesh. The worst part of the whole act against my Sovereign Nation was the lack of response. Now let me admit, this has been going on for a while and I've run the gamut from concerned to angry and back. Now I'm just kind of numb about the whole thing. I accept that people that say they are my friend simply aren't. I accept that the respect I give people I may not get back. I accept that this person has no respect for me and that's ok. I'm not mad. Everyone is entitled to live their lives their way. I just wish I knew why because I know for sure that I did nothing wrong. Ah well... moving right along.

Me, the Dress and Sutra...
I got spanked by Allison... don't ask.
Then I got spanked by Jason... seriously... don't ask.
Funny thing about getting spanked for coming outside half nude is: why are people complaining about my abundance of skin when they're busy staring at my hoohaas?

Once again sound issues reared their ugly head, the music was muffled but good. It's usually not like that so I won't complain too loudly. Two more Bacardi Limons and I started eyeballing this guy who upon conversation turned out to be a complete and utter id-jut. Dude, I know you get laid by keeping your mouth shut because when you talk, you make panties DRY. Man, I didn't even know they still made Dumb As Shit Ken. So I walked the hell away. Rapidly. Like so...



Too bad we lost Pachino because it was like a reunion. Once again, Kim, Selley, Jason, lil Dave and the gang. I shook my babymaker and worked up a sweat. Um, did I mention Allison? Homegirl is wild in the fun-wild kind of way. However I must admonish that the next time I get spanked by a hot chick then a gay man somebody is gonna up some pannydrawers. I mean that shit.

And the night ended with Raines. You are amazing. Your laugh is infectious. Your smile is captivating. I hope I see more of it…

I vaguely remember Mc Donald’s but no hash browns, climbing four flights of stairs clutching a handful of gold chains, a 15 minute struggle to put that big key in that little hole (I felt like a guy for a bit ahahahahaha), placing my delicious pumps on the nightstand, shimmying out of that itty bitty dress and collapsing onto my bed.

Now I’m olive, not Oyl but close. Let’s see where today takes me.
Final notes?
muMs… I need a haircut. Seriously. It’s getting critical over here. I’m turning into a wooly mammoth. I swear the Velcro tabs on my sneakers stuck to my head yesterday. (don’t ask)
Bee… you’re wonderful. Always a great time.
If anyone knows Inf ask him why for me.
Raines, ooooh I shalt be calling thee for sure.
Dr Feelgood, that dance lived up to your name.
Jay Disco I just read your message and I do still have the drive of a teenage school girl... that's probably why I'm not getting any... no one can keep up. Hmpf!!! ahahahahaha

ON WITH THE WEEKEND.

- n I’m out (for now)

P.S. When I drink, the horn dog leaps forth so if you see me with my phone in my hand after drink #3 TAKE IT AWAY. Friends don't let friends drunk dial. Thanks.