This weekend has been filled with good things. It’s been a parade of awesome actually. And this afternoon I’ll be shakin’ my bum on a patio in the sun.
Here’s hoping some smiles have found you too. <3
herdirtylittleheart: You know how these past few weeks have been kind of relentless? And not just for me, for so many of you too. (Change is hard. Loss is hard. Decisions are hard. Life is hard. That sums it up, right?) Let’s just chalk it up to a Spring time transition kind of thing, okay? Like clearing the debris from your garden in the spring to give the pretty new things room to grow, this is only a spring-cleaning-type phase. Deal?
In the mean time, pump this real loud and get that booty shakin’ a little. It can’t hurt.
renegadeflower: Azeaila Banks feat. Lazy Jay- 212
9:00: I text Cee to say I’ll be late because I can’t decide what to wear.
9:17: Finally decide on my favourite tshirt, an army green military jacket, dark jeans that hug my bum and my pirate-esque boots. My hair is long and wild, just the way it likes to be.
9:34: I meet Cee and Sass for a pre-drink. Vent to them, feel blessed for their support. Sass tells us about her new job and Cee fills us in on her party plans for the long weekend.
10:24: Arrive at the club (which was holding a fundraiser for At-Risk Youth in our community… partying for a good cause!), an attractive bartender is attentive to our needs immediately.
10:29: My oldest friends arrives to join us, followed by one of my newest friends.
10:33: A scruffy guy in a baseball cap starts flirting with Sass, within seconds he drags us to the bar excitedly. It turns out he is the owner of this fine establishment. My oldest friend asks if it’s her birthday or something. “Nope,” I reply. “This is just what happens when we go out together.”
The hot bartender is lighting the bar on fire to impress us with his sweet bar-skills. The shots are ablaze and Cee and I cheers as she giggles “Less than 10 minutes after we arrive and we’re setting the place on fire!”
10:38: The owner is showing Sass his brand new champagne sabre…. he lets us pick a bottle of pink champagne and she squeals as she slides the sword along the bottle and POP! The owner happily passes us all glasses, the bubbly is delicious.
10:45: The bartender and the owner realise the cork left a dent in the drywall at the other side of the bar. They jovially take pictures of Sass posing with the sabre next to the mark.
10:52: The DJ stops fucking around and drops something I can’t help but dance to. “It’s bigger than hip hop….”
11:07: The DJ is now on a first name basis with my oldest friend and I. He keeps making guesses as to what will drive us wild and his accuracy is impressive. She and I fell in love with hip hop together, started going out to underground clubs together, got fake ID’s together, followed our favourite DJ’s together, learned how to dance together and cultivated our music collections together. There is nobody who knows my love of music like she does. There is nobody who can work a dance floor like she does. We play off of each other, we laugh a lot, we shout lyrics in each others faces. We don’t care that we’re the only ones dancing. We never do.
11:18: My newer friend is “straight” but has a strange habit of feeling me up and grinding against me when she’s drunk and her boyfriend isn’t around. Cee and I chuckle over the term “Noodle” (as in “She’s straight until she’s wet…).
11:49: Another patron complains to the DJ that he should play more Top 40 tunes. The DJ hardly looks up from his decks and tells her “You’re sitting down. You can sit to any music. If you want to come dance you can feel free to make requests.” The disgruntled sitter returns to her seat I buy the DJ a drink.
12:12: My oldest friend and I have worked up an appetite. We sneak out of the club in search of food, scurry across weaving around the aggro taxi drivers and find what we’re looking for.
12:18: Omg quesadillas.
12:48: The hot bartender keeps passing me shots but I’m a lightweight and I have to be up early tomorrow. So I pass my shots to my friends. (They drink like big girls.)
12:59: More drinks are lit on fire. The bartender might be a pyromaniac. Nobody seems to mind.
1:37: Ass shaking, hair flips, hands in the air, singing at the top of my lungs, sweating sweating sweating laughing.
1:51: We get our bill. It appears the owner has graciously comped most of our drinks for the evening. He tells us we made their night and it was his pleasure having us there. We tip all of the handsome bartenders handsomely and promise we’ll be back.
1:58: The ladies and I say our goodbyes. We howl and cackle in amazement of how good things just seem to find us when we go out together.
2:20: Tip toe into my house, pound a can of ginger ale to try and stave off the inevitable hangover and sleep like a fucking baby.
My friend just informed me she has a video of me drunk as fuck in a packed bar standing on a table singing along to Kiss by Prince as if I were performing a concert. I had a microphone and everything.
Some nights you just have to give no fucks.
- Get some sunshine on your face, smile, listen to something chill.
- Sign this Avaaz petition to fight rape by security forces in Somalia. (Spread the word!)
- Read this alarming piece, New York Cops Will Arrest You For Carrying Condoms by Molly Crabapple.
- Tell someone you’re thinking of them. Text them, call them, write to them, send smoke signals, whatever the method; if someone’s on your mind let them know.
- Do something nice for yourself. A small or monumental gesture, take care of you.
Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on little wing.
-Jimi Hendrix (click to listen)