Some people think that wearing the same clothes you wore the night before partying to work is wrong and dirty, but I just think that it's a sign that you really didn't want the night to end. For some strange reason that always seems to be the case on Fridays, and when you have the same gear on you can smell the bar stench all day, and most people around me comment with 'It stinks sooo bad'. However, I don't believe it smells bad at all, it's more of a nostalgic scent that just let's me know why I love to party so much and usually let's me know that the weekend is here.
Entering Friday morning with a dozen text messages and a few emails about plans for the night always get's me excited and a little gitty all at the same time. This weekend however is already sizing itself up to be quite memorable, what with LB's 'rents heading out of town for the entire long weekend. That's right......Monday is a holiday too, which means we must seize and attack Sunday night like it's the last pack of hot mustard left in the entire world.
From doctors to bankers, account managers to students, it doesn't matter because when the weekend arrives we all have one common goal.......making it rain. Trust me when I say this, but around us when it rains it pours. You may be thinking I'm a little out there for wanting to party in the rain, but it usually doesn't matter to me because of the fact that I have a clean pair of slacks on. There's alot to be said.........
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It's one o'clock, and I'm almost at a loss for words which is odd cause I always have something to say!!! I had to let Hank out of his cage, just so he wouldn't piss my ass off while I'm writing this shit.
I'm gonna be honest with all of you, but I had one of the greatest night's of my life. I didn't start the night off with Memory, Sweezy, LB or the Gucci Princess, but instead with a random girl that I only met once for about 2 seconds. I will refer to her as D (not chewy's D) and will let you all know that she is one of the most amazing people I have met in a long time.
Everybody is so quick to wanna play matchmaker, and I think that's the gayest shit ever. However, when my boy Z told me that there is this girl who wants to holler at me, I thought to myself why not. I actually didn't think that at first, but we'll roll with it for now.
I've been texting D for a few days and really couldn't get a good read off of her from the texts. But after spending some good time with her tonite, I'm completely blown away by her intelligence and people skills. I kinda threw her on the spot by introducing her to some of the most important people in my life (Sweezy, Memory, GP), but not only did she pull it off with flying colors, she actually boasted about them on the way home. I don't know what I did to deserve this but I do know one thing........I ruined what I thought back then was a good thing, and I'm not about to do it again.
I realized tonite that it doesn't matter what random people think or say, but what your heart tells you when your in the spur of the moment. When your in that moment you need to follow it. I guess that's what LB's doing, so if it works for him it can work for me.
I'm gonna play it safe for now, and enjoy the intro phase.......but there is one thing I can't forget.......there's alot to be said about a clean pair of slacks.
I'm gonna be honest with all of you, but I had one of the greatest night's of my life. I didn't start the night off with Memory, Sweezy, LB or the Gucci Princess, but instead with a random girl that I only met once for about 2 seconds. I will refer to her as D (not chewy's D) and will let you all know that she is one of the most amazing people I have met in a long time.
Everybody is so quick to wanna play matchmaker, and I think that's the gayest shit ever. However, when my boy Z told me that there is this girl who wants to holler at me, I thought to myself why not. I actually didn't think that at first, but we'll roll with it for now.
I've been texting D for a few days and really couldn't get a good read off of her from the texts. But after spending some good time with her tonite, I'm completely blown away by her intelligence and people skills. I kinda threw her on the spot by introducing her to some of the most important people in my life (Sweezy, Memory, GP), but not only did she pull it off with flying colors, she actually boasted about them on the way home. I don't know what I did to deserve this but I do know one thing........I ruined what I thought back then was a good thing, and I'm not about to do it again.
I realized tonite that it doesn't matter what random people think or say, but what your heart tells you when your in the spur of the moment. When your in that moment you need to follow it. I guess that's what LB's doing, so if it works for him it can work for me.
I'm gonna play it safe for now, and enjoy the intro phase.......but there is one thing I can't forget.......there's alot to be said about a clean pair of slacks.
Happy Belated Rakhi
So in the Hindu tradition we have this festival called रखी (Rakhi), which is essentially the way I see it 'Sisters Day'. In the North American society you have Mother's Day and Father's Day, but leave it up to the brownie's to take it one step too far and create a sister's day.
Jugdesh's (The Indian Webster's) defines रखी as; A festival celebrated every year on 'Shravan Purnima' (Full Moon Day of the Hindu month of Shravan), which generally falls in the month of August. On the holy day of Rakhi the sisters tie a sacred piece of thread (Known as Rakhi or 'Raksha-Sutra') on the wrist of their brothers. Then they sweeten each others mouths with delicious and mouth-watering sweets. The festival of Rakhi also includes a tradition of offering gifts to sisters by the brothers.
So I read Jugdesh's definition of रखी and I begin to wonder......why the hell doesn't this make any sense to me!! Being born and raised in Canada by very traditional Indian parents I thought I was getting the sweetest deal, by living in a first world country but still getting the full Bombay treatment with the food, the Hindi school on Saturdays and access and knowledge of all the religious holidays. But for some strange reason that definition is nothing like the रखी I know. That definition seems great for people who probably live in India, but for Mr. Me Too it goes a little different.
I never have to worry about missing रखी because usually 3-4 days prior to, my sister will let us all know that it's on it's way full speed ahead. She also reminds us about the 'offering of gifts', and that if they aren't up to her standards were 'fuckin' dead'. Can you feel the love. And this so called 'sacred piece of thread', I guess Jugdesh is talking about that old zip lock bag in our pantry that's filled with a colorful ball of yarn that stinks like India. However, I'm not gonna lie.....I kinda like wearing the string cause people always ask what the hell it is, and I enjoy telling the meaning behind it. My family might not follow Jugdesh's definition of रखी to a tee, but our version is pretty damn good if you ask me.
तेरे'एस अलोत तो बे सैद अबाउट अ चलें पैर ऑफ़ स्लाक्क्स!
There's alot to be said about a clean pair of slacks!
There's alot to be said about friends...
So the adventure begins.....as my day comes to an end, I think I'll just finish my day job and head back to my retreat for some much needed R&R. A good meal, maybe some TV or even a movie seems like the right thing to do. You're about to learn something about me, and that is I can never ever say no to a friend who's down for hanging out or maybe going out for A drink.
When my boy slash little brother Memory has his wisdom teeth pulled out and calls me the same day wanting to go out and do something I begin to question myself....."Is it wrong that I want to stay in tonite and watch TV, when Memory is a trooper who just got his teeth pulled and wants to party???". Not only do I already have a complex for feeling old because my date of birth is quickly approaching, but I start to second guess my ability to keep up with today's youth!
I scoop Memory and then grab another piece of my fam....LB. LB has recently fallen in love, and that's cool cause she's fine as can be and to see him happy is truly heartwarming to me. To mention LB hasn't been out on a weekday all summer long, so this is shocking to me that he want's to roll with Memory and myself.
Starting early in the night can be rewarding, and also can get you drunk by 11:00 o'clock!! By that time the whole crew is there.....LB, Memory, Weezy and my favourite drinking buddy and partner in crime Gucci Princess. I know this sounds like a bad rap group but trust me, we have personality. 58 girls were fallen in love with, more than enough T3's were popped and drinks were drunk to get drunk. We don't know if Weezy made it home, and he doesn't know that the God's license is suspended!!
All in all it was a great moment to see my best boy make it out and be in a great mood. I guess love has a different effect on everybody. I'm just glad that it's had this effect on LB and let's hope it only get's better from here.
Don't ever forget, that there's alot to be said about a clean pair of slacks.
When my boy slash little brother Memory has his wisdom teeth pulled out and calls me the same day wanting to go out and do something I begin to question myself....."Is it wrong that I want to stay in tonite and watch TV, when Memory is a trooper who just got his teeth pulled and wants to party???". Not only do I already have a complex for feeling old because my date of birth is quickly approaching, but I start to second guess my ability to keep up with today's youth!
I scoop Memory and then grab another piece of my fam....LB. LB has recently fallen in love, and that's cool cause she's fine as can be and to see him happy is truly heartwarming to me. To mention LB hasn't been out on a weekday all summer long, so this is shocking to me that he want's to roll with Memory and myself.
Starting early in the night can be rewarding, and also can get you drunk by 11:00 o'clock!! By that time the whole crew is there.....LB, Memory, Weezy and my favourite drinking buddy and partner in crime Gucci Princess. I know this sounds like a bad rap group but trust me, we have personality. 58 girls were fallen in love with, more than enough T3's were popped and drinks were drunk to get drunk. We don't know if Weezy made it home, and he doesn't know that the God's license is suspended!!
All in all it was a great moment to see my best boy make it out and be in a great mood. I guess love has a different effect on everybody. I'm just glad that it's had this effect on LB and let's hope it only get's better from here.
Don't ever forget, that there's alot to be said about a clean pair of slacks.
Who's talkin' about what...
So I've never blogged before in my life, but the funny thing is I've been getting all my news/gossip/world information from a blog for the past year. I never really understood what blog's were because I had only heard of something called 'logs', so when I heard the word blog.....what came to mind was logging for bitches. Boy was I wrong!
I never thought that I would care to read so many random peoples views on some of the most retarded things, but I do. So this is where my blogging adventure begins.
Were really doin' it Harry!
I never thought that I would care to read so many random peoples views on some of the most retarded things, but I do. So this is where my blogging adventure begins.
Were really doin' it Harry!