Wacky Thoughts

Ahh… My feet feel better.

I’m always walking around here with these high heels on so today I decided, forget that, ima wear me some low heels. LOL! I HAVE to wear some type of heel, I’m only 5’1″.

Wearing heels makes me feel like a woman. In fact, wearing heels, wearing makeup and seeing the look on a man’s face when I smile at him, that makes me feel like a woman. Oh yeah and getting my period.

I don’t wear jeans and t-shirts (as an outfit) in public. Well, I’ll only wear them if I’m going to the grocery store. Otherwise I don’t think I need to wear that type of stuff because I’m done with college.

My friend Tonya called me yesterday. After telling her one of my stories she says, “You know you remind me of Eva. Your whole personality. Both of you know you are tight but you don’t want anyone else to know that you know you’re tight. Like you try to pretend like you don’t know.” huh?



My little sister cracks me up. One day I’m gonna feature her on this blog. The other day I heard her in the room with my sons. They were listening to music on her Ipod and my 4-year-old was telling her which songs to play and which songs to skip. When she got to ‘Knuck If You Buck’ he told her to skip it. She looked at him and said, “If you don’t like Knuck If You Buck, then I don’t love you.” “PLAY IT!” my son screamed.

We got in!

Well, we FINALLY got into Cafe Iguana on Monday night. This would have been my FOURTH time trying to get in but I was lucky this time. I was leaving work early on Monday night when I called my girl Melissa to bother her. She always text messages me while I’m at work saying: Hey, let’s go out. Like I can really go out, I’m at WORK!

Anyway, I called her and asked her if she wanted to go out. I didn’t really expect her to say yes. “Come pick me up right now.” She said. Damn. I looked down at my outfit. Now, every other time I had tried to get into Cafe Iguana I had been looking immaculate with my heels, makeup perfect and everything. Tonight I was just coming from work and I was wearing a plain sky blue button down shirt with the shirt tails hanging out and a pair of blue jeans with some tan boots. Very, uh, regular. So I called my girl Vicky to ask her what the dress code was on a Monday night. She said that ppl wore jeans so I felt better.

On my way to get Melissa, my phone rings and it’s Vicky. “Girl, I’m in my car. I left work early so I can go out with you. And guess what? We don’t have to wait in line. I have a VIP card that will get us all in for free.”

TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEE!

“We’ll meet you at your house then.”

We drive up to Pembroke Pines and enjoy a few laughs with Vicky before heading out to the spot. We don’t have to rush, we’re going VIP.

When we get there ofcourse the line is jam packed. After about 20 minutes of driving around in circles looking for a parking spot we finally find one and waltz up to the front of the ridiculous line.

Yay! We’re in!

The place is, oh my gosh…You HAVE to go there to feel me. The lights, the music, the furniture, the crowd, all make up one HOT HOT night spot. No wonder the wait in line is usually an hour or more.

For once, I’m not gonna go into too much detail, let’s just say your girl is STILL smiling from all that fun. I’m going back again, next time on a Thursday night. I heard the crowd is a little different then, more mixed races. I’ll give it a month or so though.

This weekend, we’re going to Coconut Grove to see Damon Wayans perform at the Improv.

Ya’ll know what? I LOVE being grown. I’m so happy. It’s crazy.

Yeah!