Thursday Night

I can’t let the excitement of last night dissipate. And I know if I don’t write this story now, It will lose some of it’s grandeur. Here goes…

I waved bye bye to my boys as I walked out the door. I knew tonight was gonna be a long night and I had better get a head start on my tasks.

First, I had to go to a parent meeting at my son’s school. I giggled to myself on the way to the meeting. I’m going to a PARENT meeting, and I am the parent. LOL! Ain’t that some s***!

I walk into the classroom and sit down in these tiny chairs. I just KNOW my underwear are showing in the back as I try to sit in those little behind seats. The meeting is short and to the point, I like that. It had already been in my heart to offer myself to the school in the area of professional development so when they asked for volunteers to help coordinate a family picnic I quickly signed up. I love to coordinate things! And my mind raced with all of the improvements that I could make to the school’s image. Starting with a website, a parent email list and actual HANDOUTS and a bulletin board and student of the month and all kinds of fun things that will get the parents more involved. Eventually I want to help raise money for improvements for the school. There’s so much to be done!

LOL! See how I am? I come in and imediately think, how can I help make this better. I’m sure some people find that annoying, but It’s a joy for me actually.

So I’m done with the meeting and I stop by the store and chat with my girl Sylvia as I shop for a portable radio. Sylvia has me grinning from ear to ear with her stories. Wow. She is the ONLY chick I know who is more dramatic than I am.

My phone rings again and it’s Val, my blogger friend who is known as Serenity23, one of my new favorites. She tells me that she made it to Miami and asks if I would be able to go out.

“Yeah, sure. No problem. My sister is watching my kids. Go get dressed and call me when you and your friends are ready and I will give you directions to Cafe Iguana.”

“We got them online already. I’ll call you when we get close,” she says in a very girly voice. I laugh because my voice is so different from hers. I’m definately more manly. LOL!

I drive up to Hollywood to my girl Vicky’s house and EAT and then she gives me a book called, ‘Men Cry When They are Alone’ or something like that. While she’s getting dressed I open the book and by the time she’s done I’m on page 30. Honestly, I’d rather stay in and read the book, because it was getting juicy and when I tell Vicky she rolls her eyes.

We drive over to Cafe Iguana which is about 3 minutes away from Vicky’s house and on our way there I’m telling Vicky and her sister Cassie all about Serenity23 and how we met (on-line) and I’m telling them one of my favorite stories that she wrote.

I’m STILL telling them the story as we park and step out of the car. I’m already hyped because I’m finally going to experience Thursday Night at Iguanas which I heard is TIGHT! I had done the whole drive by thing and noticed that on Thursdays the crowd is mixed with blacks, whites and hispanics- mm, more of a selection. Maybe I’ll meet my Rico Suave tonight. ~crosses fingers~

And I’m STILL running my mouth a mile a minute about how Serenity23 cracks me up when I see a group of women stop and turn toward me while we are still in the parking lot. My Miami chick radar goes off and I go into defense mode: What the hell you looking at? ~Shoots a unit at offender and looks her up and down as if to say, And what?~

One of them smiles and walks toward me like she knows me.

“Are you VAL?” I ask and she nods and walks toward me. Aww, she is sooo cute! In fact, her entire entourage of chicks are adorable. Very crisp outfits, make up tight, pretty faces, wearing their OWN hair cascading to their shoulders. Val has a light brown bob and is wearing a gold halter top and white capris.

I give her a hug and introduce her to Vicky and her sister.

“Girl, you know my son got kicked out of daycare,” she tells me as if we’re regular buddies.

I shake my head. “What happened?”

She tells me the story and I shake my head again as we walk up to the front entrance. “I guess you were right,” she says referring to a comment I left on her blog about her son’s daycare.

We go inside and it’s pretty empty because it’s early but it’s ladies night so that means FREE DRINKS ALL NIGHT LONG! Oh my gosh. I have never experienced anything like this. We are each given a cup at the door and we head to the bar. I wait while everyone gets their drinks and I walk up to the bartender.

“What can I get for you?” he asks me.
“huh?”
“What would you like to drink?”
“You mean I can drink anything that I want? For free?”
“Well, not ANYTHING but tell me what you like?”
“I like tequila.”
“I’ll make you a tequila sunrise.”
“OK.”

He makes my drink and I taste it-mm, nice!

We sit down and chatter for a while as Val and her four friends eat. Val and I are talking as if we’ve known each other for years and it’s amazing how well you get to know someone through their blogs. Cassy, Vicky’s sister, asks us to explain what a blog is. I’m all animated and looking at her like she’s an alien. “Dawg, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” I say earnestly and they all laugh.

Val offers a real explanation and I interject with my sad attempts at humor. My friends know I’m crazy. So, I’m not a bit embarrassed.

We’re all on our second drinks now and Val is ready to go dance so we get ready to head over to the dance floor, all 8 of us.

You can always tell when a group of women are about to make a move because simultaneously all of them will reach for their lip glosses to freshen up and then stand up and smooth their outfits.

After all the adjustments are made we file into a line and strut. This is a very important time of the night because this is the time when you are seen. People are posted up in various groups staring you down and you HAVE to walk by like you KNOW YOU THE SHIT!

I have my stank look on and I’m walking like I have GRADE A stamped on my booty. ~DAMN THAT B*TCH IS BAD~ We reach the center crowd and some of them stand to the side while I march right onto the wooden dance floor to shake my booty.

On the real, I can’t dance. I just like to act like I do. I’m pretty good at pretending. So I’m hoping no one dances with me tonight because I don’t want to turn anyone down. They won’t know that it’s because I can’t dance, not because I don’t want to dance with them.

We’re flittering and fluttering all around the dance floor and we go back for drink number THREE. It’s FREE! YAYY!!! I’m feeling Lovely. I’m feelin Loosey goosey! I’m feelin RIGHHHT! Get it Mama! Shake it! Do your thang! Pop it, roll it, get it, get it MAMA!

I’m dancing with Cassy when these two white guys walk up to us. We’re looking at each other trying to decide if we’re gonna dance with them when Shake It Like a Salt Shaker comes on. That’s it! We HAVE to dance to this! We turn our backs to them and they immediately step into place behind us.

Go white boy! Do your thang! Dude is actually keeping up with me. Hmm, he’s kida cute too. Get it daddy! Now I said I can’t DANCE, but I sure can shake my booty, I’m from Miami what do you expect? But only for like 2 minutes after that I’m tired. Low stamina I guess.

After dancing with the cute white guy I get one more drink. LOL! It’s FREE! Who can resist?

And I’m back on the dance floor dancing by myself and feelin ROSEY-la-la! Life is niiiice! This is my favorite part of the night out. That feeling you get when the alcohol takes affect and you are on the dance floor and the music is thumping through your body and the lights are flashing all around you and you see the crowd bumping all around and you can just TASTE the energy and the good vibes.

While I’m enjoying becoming one with the music I see a guy walk by me and stop. I smile.

“I think I know you from somewhere.” he leans in and whispers to me.

I look him up and down and grin. “I WISH I knew you, ” I thought to myself. “In the biblical sense.”

Dude is georgeous.

I looked at him more closely. Naw, I would have remembered this cutie.

He smiles at me and leans in again to whisper. “I’m Leo.”

Leo? Leo? That sounds familiar. Leo? Hmm?

Wait a minute…

He smiles at me. “You’re Miss Pretty Green Eyes.”

Ohhh snap! This is a guy that I met online somewhere and he recognizes me! Damn, I’m being recognized by my SCREEN NAME! ROFL!

I crack up at the thought and he laughs too. Wow. “How did you recognize me?” I ask him.

“It’s the hair,” he says and rubs my head. “I feel like I’d know you anywhere.”

I give him a hug and stand back. We’re both blushing. I mean, we had chatted before but it’s mostly like hey wazzup, where are you going tonight, this is what I heard is going on, stop being a playa, whatever, whatever, type of conversation. No flirting, no let’s get together. I knew he lived just one county away but I never even considered trying to hook up with him. Ahh, I remember him now! When I met him I told him I thought he looked like Ray J! LOL!

We press our bodies together for a quick second and I tell him that I can’t dance so he’ll have to bear with me. “Yes you can,” he tells me and laughs. I can see his friends are watching us. He leans in and says, “I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity. Can I have your autograph?”

Yeah, flattery will get you EVERYTHING you want buddy.

After the song is over he smiles at me and says, “Yeah, you ignore me when I speak to you online. Don’t do that again.” He walks away with a sexy swagger.

Ahhh shitt! I love directives! Just TELL me what to do Daddy!

I see him dancing with other chicks, but his eyes are on me for the rest of the night. I laugh at this mess when I feel an arm pulling me backward.

My first instinct is to jerk away but I glance behind me to see what kind of man is attached to the arm. Oooh! It’s a CHICO! I’ve been wanting me one of those!

And this chico is FINE! I blink my eyes to make sure he’s real.

“You had to look back to see who I was?” he asks and pulls me closer.
“Ofcourse I did, but I like what I see.”
“You do?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well, tonight I’m all yours. You can do anything you want with me.”
~Don’t let me pass the hell out~

So we’re standing there and I’m all tipsy and I’m just rocking back and forth with this fine ass chico and thinking, boy I would *Censored* out of him.

Man, all I need is a few minutes. I’ll be straight for the rest of the year. A sista overdue like a mutha.

Luckily I’m a good girl, but I have always had this fantasy. This fantasy about meeting a man and just hitting it the first night and then never speaking to him again. In my mind the fantasy is playing out but Chico would never know that. I’m playing it cool.

“Hey, I have to go.” I tell him but he won’t let me go. “I have to go to work tomorrow.”
“Me too,” he says. “I have to be up by 5am. I think I’ll just leave straight from here and go to work.”
“Better you than me. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“Well, before you go, you might as well just take out your cell phone.”

No one gets pens and paper anymore. When someone wants your number, they just plug it into their cell phone.

I pull out my cell and flip it open. He laughs at my GATOR logo wallpaper. He opens his phone. Oh lawd- He went to FSU! His stock just went down.

He enters his number into my phone quickly and I see that his name is Luis. I laugh to myself. I wonder if his name is Luis Gonzalez? I used to know a Luis Gonzalez back in highschool.

I close my phone, give him a hug and walk away.

Cassy catches up with me and says, “That Chico you were with told me to tell you to make sure you call him tomorrow.”

Mmmm, hmmm…

I would only call him for ONE REASON… I’m too busy for that right now though. But his number will not be erased- he, he…

We leave and I make myself focus as I drive back to Miami.

The last time I saw Val, she was at a table giggling with some guy she met from Louisiana.

I hope she and her friends enjoy Springfest. It’s gonna be one hot weekend.