Thursday, October 27, 2005

buttery waffles

i bought some stuff. i bought a new jacket and a new bag. i've been walking around and showing and telling my new stuff to everyone. i need some new pants. i think i've been wearing the same 2 pairs of pants to work since it's gotten cold out. i HATE pants. when i'm not at work i just wear melodia pants all the time. those are probably the only pants that i love. pants.

yesterday, after work i went to the lounge to pick up my lost cell phone and visit an old friend of mine who taught me how to bartend when i was a scared little girl who had just moved into the city. i miss that place, but i don't miss the work. i miss my friend, Alin. he had some surprising, but good news to share and we did some catching up. after that, me and Gianma went to Sette and then Tiramisu for food and drinks and dessert and espresso and him speaking Italian to men with loud, enthusiastic voices and women who want to feed me everything.

we went to FIVE to see London Electricity. the drum and bass was okay for me. not amazing or anything, i don't know why, but i was still having a pretty good time. the end of the night went a little 'off' and all i can say about that is this.

oh, and about dancing. i'm fixing to rant. okay so when my friend Emil and i were younger we used to joke about having our own party where we could tap people on the shoulder and kindly escort them off of the dancefloor for breaking certain rules. of course, we were kidding and don't really feel that anything like that would ever be cool to do, BUT I do think that people should (somewhat) be more mindful of themselves when dancing out. i'm all for losing yourself in the music. i LIVE for that shit. but, you gotta make sure you don't hurt the people around you when you're having your good time. people who go out with me know that i can dance 'small', but that i also can dance pretty big (especially when the music is dnb) but i don't kick, punch, burn, step on or spill drinks on other people or the dancefloor. it's called body awareness. if you don't have it, then slow your roll. put your drink down and your cigarette out, or enjoy those things at the bar. see, people at RED on sunday nights understood these things. there was so much respect for the fact that everyone was there to express themselves. you go to FIVE for some good music but you gotta deal with that crowd.



okay, so it's sad that we don't have a Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles on the east coast. but, Kumie, Bojangles and i found this rinky dink lil waffle house downtown. we didn't get to try the fried chicken. i could have though, cause the geezer to my right was invading the HELL out of my personal space and all i would have had to do was turn my face slightly to the right and take a bite off of the other end of the wing he was shoving in HIS mouth. daaaaaang, get offfff me. skip a seat, man. them waffles was buttery and sumptuous, though.

5 Comments:

Blogger storker said...

haha--that's funny cuz i saw how he crowded you but you were being polite about it. you should have traded him you patties for a wing and some c-slaw.

11:06 AM  
Blogger Ebony said...

cole slaw is nasty.

11:08 AM  
Blogger Kumie said...

ass?

11:12 AM  
Blogger Ebony said...

the hell?

11:16 AM  
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