Hitting the Party Scene

I haven't been out with my girls in a minute. I mean ... we've been 'out' but nothing like over the weekend. I was definitely out of my routine character this weekend ... staying out until 5 a.m. and staying up until 8 a.m. I felt like my freshman year of undergrad was recreated over the weekend.

**How It ALL Started**

Friday I came home from work with a horrible headache. I was determined to NOT go to Visions with my girls and stay at home to nurse my migraine. I went to QT (QuikTrip for y'all that don't know) and bought a Goody's PM powder pack. I took two of them ... and before I knew it ... the drugs started to take effect. As I was about to collapse on my couch, my cell rang. It was my boy from Mac Town (aka Macon, GA) telling me my other boy was coming into town and wanted to see me. I was like 'Word' ... let's do it. Now mind you, I was about to pass out for the night from my Goody's powder. But I was a trooper. I called my girl ... she agreed to go with me ... and I got up and got super fly. We ended up meeting them at 'Slice' ... a pizza cafe (if that's possible) downtown. When I saw my boy my heart just skipped. The last time he was here he confided that he had a crush on me. And at the time I didn't respond ... but that night I let him know exactly how I felt. As we sat and talked, it was almost as if everyone else around us were mute ... we were in our own little world talking about everything. And at 2 a.m. when the joint closed, I got in the passenger side of his truck and rode out with him. We left everyone else ... my girl included (I know I ain't right) and went back to my place to catch up on things ... afterall, we haven't seen each other in about 7 years. We stayed up until about 7 in the morning just talking ... and when we finally fell asleep ... I slept in my bed and he slept on my couch. It was beautiful.

**Let's proceed to Saturday night**

My entire crew decided to go to the Mark for the evening. Everybody got fresh and we hit the party scene. And we had a ball. It was me, my 2 girls, and like 6 dudes ... omg ... talk about having a ball. I had so much fun ... not b/c I didn't pay for shit ... but b/c I let loose and just enjoyed the atmosphere and being around my old friends and my newfound friends. I danced my ass off and enjoyed every minute of it. After a few drinks and a lot of dancing, we left the club and went back to my girls' crib. Now of all the friends ... there was one guy in particular who was a cutie ... and whom I had admiration for. We talked in the club ... and even flirted some. But the shit got serious when we got back to my girls' apartment. He pulled my outside and hugged on me ... saying how sexy he thought I was, how cute I was and all that. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him just being him ... b/c he's a bit shy (which I found out he doesn't like rejection ... but hell who does?). He gave me his number and asked me to call him the following day. He then asked if he could kiss me on the cheek ... awww ... so I said 'sure'. And he kissed me on both cheeks. I eventually left the crew early ... went and scooped up my Mac Town friend ... and we kicked it once again ... and once again he slept on the couch and I slept in my bed.

**It's now Sunday**

I spent the first half of the day with my family ... just shopping and kicking it.

That evening ... ole boy asked me to come over and watch a movie. So, I did. We watched 'Their Eyes Were Watching God' (which was actually a good adaptation of the book). We were so engulfed in the movie that we only talked during commercials. After the movie, we talked and I eventually aquired an article of his clothing. I left his place and came home to my bed.

**The Conclusion**

Needless to say, I had a great time this weekend. And I realized that my friends are cooler than I thought. And I also realized that happiness and joy lie in the relationship I'm having with myself. I am thoroughly enjoying my life right now ... and as always ... things are how they should be in my life right now. And I am NOT complaining ... not one bit.