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52 Weeks

15 Nov

Yesterday was my anniversary. I felt okay when I got up. Energetic, even. I hung out until about 2 o’clock then I got busy cleaning my house. He texted me around 6. asked if I had gotten my new tv yet. We made small talk. I feel like he didn’t even remember, or worse, didn’t care.

Or maybe what my mom tells me is right; maybe this is just how he’s coping. I told him that I was getting the TV on black friday. It’s possible that he didn’t remember that I had told him when I was getting the TV, or he wanted to talk to me but didn’t know how. Maybe he was afraid to make me sad. I hope that’s it. I had so much planned for this weekend. I had been trying to figure out what we were gonna do for weeks. All for nothing, I guess. I’ve written him a letter. Now I gotta figure out whether or not I’m gonna send it.

Jeebus, why is this so damn hard?

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Dracula? Really?

20 Sep

This weekend was flippin’ awesome. Friday night one of my best friends, Sid, and I went to this new lounge in Adams Morgan (bar and awesome-late-night-eats central) and had a really good time. It was refreshing to be in a place where the men wanted to have a conversation and not just rub their weenie on my bootay. I have a boyfriend for that, thanks. The only problem with Grey Goose Mansion is that they’re backed by Grey Goose (obviously) so it’s the only vodka they serve and use that to justify charging me $12 for a vodka sunrise. Any buzz I would have felt from the liquor was impeded when I ordered two, one for me and one for Siddy, handed her a 20, then nearly fainted when she said “oh, it’s $24.”

But anyway, had a great time and wore heels that had me walking like I had advanced scoliosis.

Then Saturday, I hung out with my Siddamuffin again. It was our friend Candi’s birthday (Yes, her legal name is Candi and no, she’s not a stripper) so we went to a mexican restaurant then clubbing on U street. Sid and I both don’t like the food at the restaurant the birthday girl chose so we mostly consumed these:

The club we went to is a Howard University favorite because on Friday nights it’s free to get in and drinks are a dollar from 6 to 9. However, it was Saturday. We didn’t have to pay a cover but drinks were full price and we got there at 10 when usually us Howard kids are out of there when the drink specials are over so Sid and I were in a funk while our friends (University of Maryland graduates, ick) enjoyed the hell out of themselves. Then a super weird guy dressed in bell bottoms and a turtleneck came up to me and got really close to my face and told me his name was Alucard. I told him mine was Amber. Then he asked me what Alucard was backwards and I told him I didn’t care and then he said that he expected me to be smarter. Then he said, “it’s dracula! hahahahaha!” Then I told him to leave me alone. It was really quite awkward.

Really, dude?

 

Sunday (funday!) I went to Sid’s and we hopped on the metro and headed to Crystal City for a Latin food and wine festival. It was incredible. $20 for all you can taste and eat, and the food and wines were soooo good. In order to prevent too much drunkenness, they had bags of baguettes and an endless supply of water for the people there. If you live in the DC area please go to Jaleo and get the Sopa Fria for dessert. It’s a chilled berry soup and it’s so amazingly delicious you won’t know what to do with yourself.

Right when we were leaving, I got a call from one of my dearest friends and he said he was going to the Redskins game and asked if I could keep an eye on this:

Why'd you put this bow on my head, mommy?

My precious goddaughter, Chloe. So I spent the evening with her. And it was good.

Even though she spit up on me. But I forgave her. Mostly because her mom puts really huge bows on her head and I feel bad.

Does this blog make me look fat?

17 Sep

I have a serious issue with lying. This includes the notion that if a woman asks if she looks fat, the correct answer is alway no. That’s just stupid. This has actually caused a few arguments in my current relationship, because after wearing my boyfriend down, I finally get the answer to whatever question he was afraid to answer honestly for fear of hurting my feelings.

I can get that you want your loved one to be happy. That’s fine. What’s not fine is sending a friend or lover out into the world looking like they tried to squeeze into something they saw at Baby Gap.

I also realize that this is the fault of women. When people, especially our significant others tell us something about ourselves that we’ve been trying to deny, it hurts. But at least it’s the truth. If you don’t like it, fix it. Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, nor questions to which the answer is too much for you to handle.

And if your honey tells you that you don’t look great in the outfit you’ve decided, be grateful that he doesn’t want you walking around looking like a hot dog that exploded in the microwave or a Lady Gaga backup dancer wannabe. Stop scaring our men into lying to us when we complain about them being dishonest all the time.

*hops off soapbox*