Oh, you’re still here!
Good. Means you have not been deterred by my drunkeness in broad day light.
or you laughed your ass off and want to see more dickassery.
And some of you wandered over here via the most recent pic of my business card. So, to the newbs, Dont expect too much from me. Im a little nutty.
A month or so ago, i got a notification on Facebook alerting me of birthday party. Not just any party. The Quarter of a Century Celebration of my friend Tim’s Birth. And also marked the 10th year anniversary of the Canton Court Players. I went to one 2 yrs ago. and LOVED it. What it is exactly is something that I cannot share for you have not earned the right… and they asked me not to post pics of it.
Me and tim go way back like car seats. High School to be exact. Ah, the memories. Sitting in the hallways, eating lots of bagels, and throwing things. Those were the good ol days. And seeing pics of my HS friends on Facebook is bittersweet because ever since i moved to Queens, i also happened to move myself 2 hrs away by train and bus from those peeps whom i love so much. They be the Zoo. Everyone in the Zoo has a name… EXCEPT ME.
And they are reading this right now… I need a Zoo name people. Or I post pics of the Canton Court Players!
My parents took Mickey for the day so i could travel to the far ends of Brooklyn. I packed a snack, map, and my passport (crossing borough lines and all) and headed to the partay. But I told a tiny fib on my RSVP cuz i wanted to surprise the birthday boy.
When i got there i walked up to his bedroom and knocked on the door.
Mike (not tim): Who is it?
Me: Mo Diva
Mike: (pause) WHAT?
Me: Its. Mo. Diva.
Mike: (Pause) SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
(opens the door) HOLY SHIT!
We hugged and then i was pointed in the direction of the birthday boy who was just as suprised! yay! Tim, Don’t ever say i dont love you. I took 2 trains and a bus to see you! Isnt he handsome! *squish* (thats me hugging him tightly)
The party table was heavenly. Im so glad Im an adult. I could feel my liver sending crazy SOS signals to my brain “TELL HER NOT TO DRINK!” “ABORT! ABORT!” but i ignored them… i was only going to have ONE drink. That turned into 4. two malibu and cokes and two margaritas… Still havent learned at 26 that mixing is bad.
Oh, you’re still here!