2010; its a new decade, yet I have old dreams, no goals. I say that this year will be the year that these goals become fulfilled. This year, is the year of fruition. To everyone out there who has goals and dreams, let this be the year to pursue them if you haven't started and achieve them if you are on track. As for myself, check out my other blog: http://www.elvanlegacy.blogspot.com/ This is the nexus of my goal/dream, and I just have one thing to say on my progress: 84,484 WORDS AND COUNTING!!!
Check me out, leave me a comment, spread the word, and go after yours!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Once Bitten, THRICE shy!
So....someone may be trying to pull one over on me. In all honesty, I've been duped within the last 4 months, something I'm still paying for in a sense. BUT, made me whize up, now I am much, more alert and careful.
I have to ask tho; why are these shady mofos DOING what they do?!? I mean, times are tuff, but damn! I've realized something; there are INDEED 'bad people' in this world; without conscience or at most with a skewed sense of right and wrong.
I've got one thing to say to that: don't let ME catch ur a$$, you'll get a size 11 sketcher boot in ur chest!! then maybe some counselling.....maybe...
I have to ask tho; why are these shady mofos DOING what they do?!? I mean, times are tuff, but damn! I've realized something; there are INDEED 'bad people' in this world; without conscience or at most with a skewed sense of right and wrong.
I've got one thing to say to that: don't let ME catch ur a$$, you'll get a size 11 sketcher boot in ur chest!! then maybe some counselling.....maybe...
Monday, March 23, 2009
Long time, I know
It's been a while since I've posted and a lot has happened since. Short version: I'm now a New Yorker, I've steered my life and career in a new creative direction and 2009 promises to be a good year. I invite you to check out a new 'venture' of mine in an adjoining blog:
http://elvenlegacy.blogspot.com
That's it for now; I'm going to become pretty active again. Til then, Read, Enjoy and Comment!
http://elvenlegacy.blogspot.com
That's it for now; I'm going to become pretty active again. Til then, Read, Enjoy and Comment!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Once again, I feel as if I'm at a very precarious, unsure place in my life. No full-time occupation to speak of, a part-time foray into a new opportunity that I need to build momentum with and experiencing a slow crawl in terms of some personal projects. Oh, and I apparently owe the IRS; wonderful. In times like this I am usually both plagued by a bit of self-doubt as well as a prevailing sense of optimism and confidence that things will work out. It is an unusual dichotomy but that's how it is with me. Its been a while since I blogged and I suppose this sentiment was the notion that was 'off the top of my head.' However, a lot of fun stuff happenned as well. I've had the fortune of travelling to a place I've never been and partying in a way I doubt that I ever have. I speak about Trinidad Carnival 2008, touted as the 'best show on earth', and I'm thinking maybe deservedly so.
Now, anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I like to dance, specifically wine with women. As far back as when I first started going out, at age 13/14, and my first awkward acquaintaince with attaching my pelvis to the locomotion that was a girl's gyrating backside, I have loved to wine. I can't really explain it; maybe its just a primal need that has to be satisfied by humankind, maybe its a pretense of temporary intimacy with someone your not intimate with, but I love it. Having said that, imagine the remarks of my closest friends when they realized that I was going to Trinidad for carnival, a virtual wining heaven. Comments like, "di man a go get wey down deh", "ah like heaven fi da man ya", always punctuated by knowing laughter. But they were right.
From the moment I touched down in Trinidad, January 29th, I was first impressed with how much it reminded me of home in Jamaica but also with the subtle differences that made it new and novel for me. The airport is pretty cool too, reminds me of a mix between Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay and Dulles international in Virginia, in terms of the shaping of some of the buildings. The novelty aside though, one could readily tell what the business of the day, nay the next several days, was; Carnival. I honestly believe that everyone on the plane, to begin with, was there for Carnival. I picked up enough from the light chatter at the airport in Miami as well as on the plane. This was underscored by the signs and activity in the airport; I even received a little gift bag of handy items like a key-chain, most likely for securinig the mug that was in the bag, clearly added for drinking purposes, and some other miscellaneous items. Soon after I was picked up by my patron for my stay in 'sweet sweet T an T', my sistren whom I shall refer to as 'O', and begin traversing the landscape, a stranger in a strange land. After a few stops, to pick up her b/f and to grab some food, we headed to her family home and I spent the evening acquainting myself with the abode as well as its occupants. That night though, the party began.
We had gone out to our first fete (a fete, now that I've experienced them, in my opinion, is the merger of a session -which is usually just a party with music by a DJ -and a stageshow - an event featuring live performances by artistes). The fete was called 'Eyes Wide Shut' and was held at part of the grounds of a Cricket oval (basically a stadium or grounds where the sport Cricket is played). All together, it was myself, O and three of her friends/acquaintances in attendance. The only guy, I felt pretty good about the wining odds. However, I am a bit picky when it comes to who I'll wine, my criteria is that I must find the person attractive on some level. This criteria usually flies out the window if someone chooses to wine on me, who, though they may not be a fit for my tastes, I'll give a courtesy wine to anyway. I'm an equal opportunity wine-recipient. But yeh, being selective, I chose to only wine with O and her equally attractive brownin friend J, at least in terms of the crew I went with. However, I am somewhat of a 'roamer'; my usual M.O. is deciding with my crew on a designated spot where we will hold as our own for the duration of the event and then wandering off in the crowd in search of adventure and opportunity. I did just that and after a few stolen wines with sexy strangers, I made my way near to the front of the stage and settled on a girl that had a controlled sense of wildness about her. Now, just to point something out, as a winist, in order to qualify and quantify your wining opportunities, you have to be pretty adept at reading body language and watching the traffic flow around your intended target. For instance, if she's with a girlfriend(s) and they seem to be hyping and dancing mostly together in their own little world, there may not be much profit in attempting to intercede. Similarly, if you have noticed a few guys getting rejected in a perfunctory manner, it may not be worth the risk of rejection. On the other hand, sometimes you have to take the risk that you're the guy for the job if the girl is that attractive. Me, I'm a risktaker. Oh, one last thing, if you intend for just a quick opportunistic wine, then its all about the music; when certain songs play, most girls would wine on a mule because of the sheer feel-good vibe of the tune. Generally speaking, that is one of the things I like about Soca music, and about Carnival in general; every man has a chance of living out his inner hero when it comes to conquering ladies for dances. Soca just makes girls more uninhibited than most other forms of music. Now, after summing up my prey, I decided that I had a reasonable chance of success, due in no small part to me being an experienced and wisened winist. After I initiated contact, it was on. She seemed to dig my vibe and we ensued in a passionate affair of 'waistline thunder' for most of the night. She was my 'one-burner', heh. Another great thing about the night was that it rained, like serious rain, not drizzling. Yet, most of us partied, the music and vibes eroding our concerns about gettig soaked. The last time I had partied in the rain was lot of fun too, way back in 2002 in Miami for Spring Break at an all-inclusive party. This was better. At this point, I needn't say more about the night, or early morning as it were with most good parties; we eventually went home (walking distance - great!) and I changed out of the wet clothes and rehabilitated my phone with the help of O and her hairdryer (the phone had apparently not been prepared to get that wet and was malfunctioning).
The next day, Wednesday, saw the arrival of more of the multitude of houseguests that were apart of the O household for the duration of Carnival. It was getting even more exciting and enjoyable. I saw familiar faces and became enamoured with some new ones as well, I even got a room-mate, O's cousin, S. S is pretty cool and we got along great. After general socializing during the afternoon and evening, it was time to go back on the streets in the dark. Tonight was 'Bacchanal Wednesday' and for that we headed out of walking distance and drove by car (2 cars as the group had gotten bigger) to another venue. I forget the name, but it had a good set-up in terms of the stage and other decorative apparatus. With now more people in my crew to wine on, the wining had multiplied since the night before. Yes, 'the wining does never stop.' I even found my little starlet from the night before and repeated our joint-pelvic pulsations. However, I also found something, plural actually, right by the front of the stage, right by the fence. There were two girls. One with that wavy hair that I love, pretty face, dark caramel complexion and nice derriere. Her name was Sky. The other was more of an Olive-skinned, long straight brunette hair with an even over-all shape - not too little, not too much T and A ;), pleasant face; I later found out that she was venezuelian. Dancing with each was great, at times I was backed up against the fence, sometimes sandwiched between two hot women, I had no complaints. However the highlight had to be one of the times I was dancing with the Venezuelian; I hadn't gotten or name, nor would I until the next day. Anyway, we were wining at a good clip and there were more than a few suggestive glances and smiles thrown my way, as we flitted between traditional wining and a little front-to-front action. Suddenly, when her back was nestled against my chest during traditional wineage, she leaned her head back on my shoulder and whispered something I thought I must have dreamt up; I was in mild shock. She said, "If I give you my number, will you fuck me?"
Wow. I mean, wow!! I had to ask her, "What did you just say?" It couldn't have been that easy, but I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. I think she only laughed. I decided to take the initiative and I took out my Blackberry Pearl and handed it to her to insert her contacts. She complied with the number, but didn't type in a name. I may have asked her but then we got swept up into the euphoria of a particularly wicked song and it didn't seem important anymore. I resolved that I would just call her later on in the morning and start off with, "I'm looking for a girl who I danced with at Bacchanal Wednesday last night, she gave me this number but I don't have a name," describe her and hope that it was enough. After we had disengaged for a bit, I decided to try for a 2-fer with Sky and with the event approaching closure, I got her name (it was then that I got it) and asked for her number. Unfortunately, she stated that she coudn't give me her number, she had a boyfriend. In a last-ditch attempt I asked, "Is he here?" but to no avail. The sky was not the limit with Sky.
Now, anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I like to dance, specifically wine with women. As far back as when I first started going out, at age 13/14, and my first awkward acquaintaince with attaching my pelvis to the locomotion that was a girl's gyrating backside, I have loved to wine. I can't really explain it; maybe its just a primal need that has to be satisfied by humankind, maybe its a pretense of temporary intimacy with someone your not intimate with, but I love it. Having said that, imagine the remarks of my closest friends when they realized that I was going to Trinidad for carnival, a virtual wining heaven. Comments like, "di man a go get wey down deh", "ah like heaven fi da man ya", always punctuated by knowing laughter. But they were right.
From the moment I touched down in Trinidad, January 29th, I was first impressed with how much it reminded me of home in Jamaica but also with the subtle differences that made it new and novel for me. The airport is pretty cool too, reminds me of a mix between Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay and Dulles international in Virginia, in terms of the shaping of some of the buildings. The novelty aside though, one could readily tell what the business of the day, nay the next several days, was; Carnival. I honestly believe that everyone on the plane, to begin with, was there for Carnival. I picked up enough from the light chatter at the airport in Miami as well as on the plane. This was underscored by the signs and activity in the airport; I even received a little gift bag of handy items like a key-chain, most likely for securinig the mug that was in the bag, clearly added for drinking purposes, and some other miscellaneous items. Soon after I was picked up by my patron for my stay in 'sweet sweet T an T', my sistren whom I shall refer to as 'O', and begin traversing the landscape, a stranger in a strange land. After a few stops, to pick up her b/f and to grab some food, we headed to her family home and I spent the evening acquainting myself with the abode as well as its occupants. That night though, the party began.
We had gone out to our first fete (a fete, now that I've experienced them, in my opinion, is the merger of a session -which is usually just a party with music by a DJ -and a stageshow - an event featuring live performances by artistes). The fete was called 'Eyes Wide Shut' and was held at part of the grounds of a Cricket oval (basically a stadium or grounds where the sport Cricket is played). All together, it was myself, O and three of her friends/acquaintances in attendance. The only guy, I felt pretty good about the wining odds. However, I am a bit picky when it comes to who I'll wine, my criteria is that I must find the person attractive on some level. This criteria usually flies out the window if someone chooses to wine on me, who, though they may not be a fit for my tastes, I'll give a courtesy wine to anyway. I'm an equal opportunity wine-recipient. But yeh, being selective, I chose to only wine with O and her equally attractive brownin friend J, at least in terms of the crew I went with. However, I am somewhat of a 'roamer'; my usual M.O. is deciding with my crew on a designated spot where we will hold as our own for the duration of the event and then wandering off in the crowd in search of adventure and opportunity. I did just that and after a few stolen wines with sexy strangers, I made my way near to the front of the stage and settled on a girl that had a controlled sense of wildness about her. Now, just to point something out, as a winist, in order to qualify and quantify your wining opportunities, you have to be pretty adept at reading body language and watching the traffic flow around your intended target. For instance, if she's with a girlfriend(s) and they seem to be hyping and dancing mostly together in their own little world, there may not be much profit in attempting to intercede. Similarly, if you have noticed a few guys getting rejected in a perfunctory manner, it may not be worth the risk of rejection. On the other hand, sometimes you have to take the risk that you're the guy for the job if the girl is that attractive. Me, I'm a risktaker. Oh, one last thing, if you intend for just a quick opportunistic wine, then its all about the music; when certain songs play, most girls would wine on a mule because of the sheer feel-good vibe of the tune. Generally speaking, that is one of the things I like about Soca music, and about Carnival in general; every man has a chance of living out his inner hero when it comes to conquering ladies for dances. Soca just makes girls more uninhibited than most other forms of music. Now, after summing up my prey, I decided that I had a reasonable chance of success, due in no small part to me being an experienced and wisened winist. After I initiated contact, it was on. She seemed to dig my vibe and we ensued in a passionate affair of 'waistline thunder' for most of the night. She was my 'one-burner', heh. Another great thing about the night was that it rained, like serious rain, not drizzling. Yet, most of us partied, the music and vibes eroding our concerns about gettig soaked. The last time I had partied in the rain was lot of fun too, way back in 2002 in Miami for Spring Break at an all-inclusive party. This was better. At this point, I needn't say more about the night, or early morning as it were with most good parties; we eventually went home (walking distance - great!) and I changed out of the wet clothes and rehabilitated my phone with the help of O and her hairdryer (the phone had apparently not been prepared to get that wet and was malfunctioning).
The next day, Wednesday, saw the arrival of more of the multitude of houseguests that were apart of the O household for the duration of Carnival. It was getting even more exciting and enjoyable. I saw familiar faces and became enamoured with some new ones as well, I even got a room-mate, O's cousin, S. S is pretty cool and we got along great. After general socializing during the afternoon and evening, it was time to go back on the streets in the dark. Tonight was 'Bacchanal Wednesday' and for that we headed out of walking distance and drove by car (2 cars as the group had gotten bigger) to another venue. I forget the name, but it had a good set-up in terms of the stage and other decorative apparatus. With now more people in my crew to wine on, the wining had multiplied since the night before. Yes, 'the wining does never stop.' I even found my little starlet from the night before and repeated our joint-pelvic pulsations. However, I also found something, plural actually, right by the front of the stage, right by the fence. There were two girls. One with that wavy hair that I love, pretty face, dark caramel complexion and nice derriere. Her name was Sky. The other was more of an Olive-skinned, long straight brunette hair with an even over-all shape - not too little, not too much T and A ;), pleasant face; I later found out that she was venezuelian. Dancing with each was great, at times I was backed up against the fence, sometimes sandwiched between two hot women, I had no complaints. However the highlight had to be one of the times I was dancing with the Venezuelian; I hadn't gotten or name, nor would I until the next day. Anyway, we were wining at a good clip and there were more than a few suggestive glances and smiles thrown my way, as we flitted between traditional wining and a little front-to-front action. Suddenly, when her back was nestled against my chest during traditional wineage, she leaned her head back on my shoulder and whispered something I thought I must have dreamt up; I was in mild shock. She said, "If I give you my number, will you fuck me?"
Wow. I mean, wow!! I had to ask her, "What did you just say?" It couldn't have been that easy, but I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. I think she only laughed. I decided to take the initiative and I took out my Blackberry Pearl and handed it to her to insert her contacts. She complied with the number, but didn't type in a name. I may have asked her but then we got swept up into the euphoria of a particularly wicked song and it didn't seem important anymore. I resolved that I would just call her later on in the morning and start off with, "I'm looking for a girl who I danced with at Bacchanal Wednesday last night, she gave me this number but I don't have a name," describe her and hope that it was enough. After we had disengaged for a bit, I decided to try for a 2-fer with Sky and with the event approaching closure, I got her name (it was then that I got it) and asked for her number. Unfortunately, she stated that she coudn't give me her number, she had a boyfriend. In a last-ditch attempt I asked, "Is he here?" but to no avail. The sky was not the limit with Sky.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Counting backwards from 10....9...
Now I'm not generally a person who has hate for people, however, I have come to have a very strong dislike of my soon-to-be ex-boss. The man is a repeat offender when it comes to speaking to me in a disrespectful and condescending manner.
I am also not generally a person who will stand for that and I have thus far held my tongue for a few reasons that are not really important; I realize now that there are no reasons for tolerating that type of behavior and in a few days I'll be gone.
The latest offense, like the previous ones, was uncalled for and undeserved. Basically, I was asked by a colleague to handle a few simple matters while he was away on emergency leave and my boss came to me and basically said that he should have been told about it and apparently neither myself nor my colleague had the "common sense" to tell him. Oh, and it was apparently unauthorized. Now I won't get into the details of what I was doing on behalf of my colleague but it is hardly anything I would think I needed permission for, and if so, why not just tell me what the problem is and educate me on the proper procedure so I won't repeat the mistake.
No.
He chose to belittle me and make me out to look foolish. Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished right? Well, I'm past done with this shit. I hoped that venting in my blog would make me feel a little better, y'know, get it all out, but I only feel marginally less pissed. Maybe I have an anger management problem, I've long suspected that. Maybe I should jump kick this fool for daring to talk to ME like that. Maybe, maybe.....
"I want to get away, I wanna fly awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, YEAH, YEAHH, YEAHHH!"
I am also not generally a person who will stand for that and I have thus far held my tongue for a few reasons that are not really important; I realize now that there are no reasons for tolerating that type of behavior and in a few days I'll be gone.
The latest offense, like the previous ones, was uncalled for and undeserved. Basically, I was asked by a colleague to handle a few simple matters while he was away on emergency leave and my boss came to me and basically said that he should have been told about it and apparently neither myself nor my colleague had the "common sense" to tell him. Oh, and it was apparently unauthorized. Now I won't get into the details of what I was doing on behalf of my colleague but it is hardly anything I would think I needed permission for, and if so, why not just tell me what the problem is and educate me on the proper procedure so I won't repeat the mistake.
No.
He chose to belittle me and make me out to look foolish. Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished right? Well, I'm past done with this shit. I hoped that venting in my blog would make me feel a little better, y'know, get it all out, but I only feel marginally less pissed. Maybe I have an anger management problem, I've long suspected that. Maybe I should jump kick this fool for daring to talk to ME like that. Maybe, maybe.....
"I want to get away, I wanna fly awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, YEAH, YEAHH, YEAHHH!"
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Too Late To Apologize
Sittin at my desk typing up the words to go...YEAH, YEAH (Timbaland ad-lib), Thinkin bout the way we almost came to blows, (YEAAAH), You dissed me for the last time now I'm gettin ready to blow, (EHH, EHHH), I'm blowin outta town and headin out on my ownnnnnnnnnnn, cuz
Its too Late to Apologize, Its too late, Now I'm leavin out this place, I'm irate...
Whoa, ooo, whoa....
Whoa, oooo, whoa.........
Its too late to apologize,
Now I'm out the door.
The audacity, as if my name wasn't Ersk.
To think I'd stand for this, you clearly don't know Ersk.
I've had enough of this crap, 2008 belongs to me and me alone. I'm not sharing anymore of my time within the machine. No more cog, more like a pre-cog of things to come.
I'm gonna blow up like a pregnant elephant, or maybe just a nuke.
This is not a fluke.
Be advised, you're on notice.
Its too Late to Apologize, Its too late, Now I'm leavin out this place, I'm irate...
Whoa, ooo, whoa....
Whoa, oooo, whoa.........
Its too late to apologize,
Now I'm out the door.
The audacity, as if my name wasn't Ersk.
To think I'd stand for this, you clearly don't know Ersk.
I've had enough of this crap, 2008 belongs to me and me alone. I'm not sharing anymore of my time within the machine. No more cog, more like a pre-cog of things to come.
I'm gonna blow up like a pregnant elephant, or maybe just a nuke.
This is not a fluke.
Be advised, you're on notice.
Monday, November 5, 2007
My Weekend "Sell Off!!!!"
People, people, first and foremost for those unschooled in Jamaican slang (our shit is ever-changing, sometimes even I can't keep up), when we say something "Sell Off", we generally mean it was very good, remarkable, extraordinary even. For this post, lets go with remarkable.
That was my weekend, very remarkable.
Starting on Friday night, I attended the first part of my sistren, "Miss T's" Birthday Soiree (wtf is a soiree anyway? isn't that some sort of juice mix? heh) at Love Night Club. Now I don't go to Love very often, on account of the difficulty in finding parking and the grossly over-priced drinks but this was for Miss T's thing, and I would not have been anywhere else. The night was well wicked, we all had fun: multiple drinks (Blue Hurricanes for me), lots of dancing (oonu KNOW seh my waist SELL OFF!) and lots of laughter, pictures and merriment. I also met a few new acquaintances that I would be seeing again in the next 48 hours at T's house party....YES, there was a HOUSED PARTY too. Gotta love it. But we're not done here yet, after we squeezed all the fun possible out of Love, we headed back to T's spot so the ladies could change into more comfy gear (Men don't have that problem) and headed to an IHOP in Va (y Va, I have no idea, for the most part we all live in the DC/MD area). Got to the IHOP and expected it to be a little out of the way, meaning not necessarily littered with fellow HU folks, but we're like Jamaicans I guess; EVERYWHERE. Sure enough, saw a few other HU folks, actually some other friends of mine, so that was good. After catchin up a bit, the original party ate and talked until the waning 4 o clock hours, then we left. We left, and I LEFT my damn food!! Three Blue Hurricanes will fux with ur memory; I took a to-go box for my omelette and remaining pancakes only to totally forget the sh!t on the table. AND I left a nice tip..........I guess somebody should have given ME a tip, PAY BLOODCLAAT ATTENTION! LOL
Saturday already? Damn. Woke up at a respectable 10:30/11:00 am, with no hangover...YES! My return to the life of Liquor was smooth; it seems my time away has caused me to evolve into a more refined drinker. Evolution is somn else, ain't it? So again, its Saturday, and though this was not part of T's birthday jump-off, the day jumped off pretty well on the acting side. My roomie and I helped out with yet another of our friend's directing assigments (he's in Film School - Big up "RIDLEY NOT") by being the actors. It was an inside version of the last mini-film we did and was pretty fun; nuff jokes and minor mishaps, but it was also more acting practice for me and learning a bit more of the intricacies of a film shoot. Without a good size crew, it can take awhile. Lets just say, I'll stick to the acting part for now; I'll leave the hot-shot directing to my friend. After wrapping up filming at a little after 6, I lazed around for a while, had a meal and fell asleep when I should have been out and about owning the night. Oh well, Sunday would take care of that.
Sunday Morning, felt an industrious vibe hit me, and I showered, ate a small morsel, prepared my Protein shake and my roomie and I headed to the gym. It was a good workout, for a weekend day, we were maxing out. Had to watch myself so as not to overdo it, but all went well. No pains, good gains. After the gym, returned home and had a power-brunch and kicked back a little bit while looking for a Christmas flight to Jamaica - now THOSE r SELLING OFF in the real sense, all the good fares are disappearing. :( I've never been one to give up though, so rest assured I'll secure a reasonable ticket and be spending my X-mas holiday in the sun and by the beach!! Nuff said, Ersk will find his way. Soon enough I was finding my way to Miss T's house - after picking up a few party favors - to attend the conclusion of the Birthday events. I reached the ends at about 4pm, which was good timing, the brunch was just about depleted from my gut ;) Miss T is an awesome cook though, and there was food for days, so the first thing I did was wax off some dinner. People, let me add a little thing about Jamaican food here. If ur lucky enough to come across someone who can really get down in the kitchen Yaadie-style, then you too can have some Rice and Peas, Curry Chicken, Jerk Chicken, Plantains etc. Dat deh food deh, say it with mi, SELL OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
And after my food get WAX OFFF!! (meaning obliterated, lol), we got into the evenings proceedings. Here's what happened - we watched the first half of the Colts/Patriots game (I lost $10 when the friggin Pats won, damn!), during the second half we started playing a very risque drinking game (this game will definitely be played at the next party held at THE BACHELAH PAD), some Truth or Dare spin-the-bottle ensued (mostly Dares) and we topped off the sexually tipsy energy by having a mini-dancehall complete with girls DUTTYWINING and even a coupla slow jams. Of course,bein a certified winist, mi and dI gyal dem SELL OFF!! They knew by the end of the night that the man called Ersk is simply Ersktacular!! Again, new acquaintances were made and I think should we continue on this course, good friendships will come out of the "T-Birthday-Crew". On an ending note, that first drinking game spawned some really crazy comments and moments - sexual energy people - its too much for this blog, ya'll may get hot n bothered ;)
All in all, the weekend was what EVERY weekend should be like for me: Fun, Honing my creative skills, Working out, and rife with numerous possibilities on the SOCIAL tip.
After u have read this, mek sure ur next weekend.............SELL OFFF!!
That was my weekend, very remarkable.
Starting on Friday night, I attended the first part of my sistren, "Miss T's" Birthday Soiree (wtf is a soiree anyway? isn't that some sort of juice mix? heh) at Love Night Club. Now I don't go to Love very often, on account of the difficulty in finding parking and the grossly over-priced drinks but this was for Miss T's thing, and I would not have been anywhere else. The night was well wicked, we all had fun: multiple drinks (Blue Hurricanes for me), lots of dancing (oonu KNOW seh my waist SELL OFF!) and lots of laughter, pictures and merriment. I also met a few new acquaintances that I would be seeing again in the next 48 hours at T's house party....YES, there was a HOUSED PARTY too. Gotta love it. But we're not done here yet, after we squeezed all the fun possible out of Love, we headed back to T's spot so the ladies could change into more comfy gear (Men don't have that problem) and headed to an IHOP in Va (y Va, I have no idea, for the most part we all live in the DC/MD area). Got to the IHOP and expected it to be a little out of the way, meaning not necessarily littered with fellow HU folks, but we're like Jamaicans I guess; EVERYWHERE. Sure enough, saw a few other HU folks, actually some other friends of mine, so that was good. After catchin up a bit, the original party ate and talked until the waning 4 o clock hours, then we left. We left, and I LEFT my damn food!! Three Blue Hurricanes will fux with ur memory; I took a to-go box for my omelette and remaining pancakes only to totally forget the sh!t on the table. AND I left a nice tip..........I guess somebody should have given ME a tip, PAY BLOODCLAAT ATTENTION! LOL
Saturday already? Damn. Woke up at a respectable 10:30/11:00 am, with no hangover...YES! My return to the life of Liquor was smooth; it seems my time away has caused me to evolve into a more refined drinker. Evolution is somn else, ain't it? So again, its Saturday, and though this was not part of T's birthday jump-off, the day jumped off pretty well on the acting side. My roomie and I helped out with yet another of our friend's directing assigments (he's in Film School - Big up "RIDLEY NOT") by being the actors. It was an inside version of the last mini-film we did and was pretty fun; nuff jokes and minor mishaps, but it was also more acting practice for me and learning a bit more of the intricacies of a film shoot. Without a good size crew, it can take awhile. Lets just say, I'll stick to the acting part for now; I'll leave the hot-shot directing to my friend. After wrapping up filming at a little after 6, I lazed around for a while, had a meal and fell asleep when I should have been out and about owning the night. Oh well, Sunday would take care of that.
Sunday Morning, felt an industrious vibe hit me, and I showered, ate a small morsel, prepared my Protein shake and my roomie and I headed to the gym. It was a good workout, for a weekend day, we were maxing out. Had to watch myself so as not to overdo it, but all went well. No pains, good gains. After the gym, returned home and had a power-brunch and kicked back a little bit while looking for a Christmas flight to Jamaica - now THOSE r SELLING OFF in the real sense, all the good fares are disappearing. :( I've never been one to give up though, so rest assured I'll secure a reasonable ticket and be spending my X-mas holiday in the sun and by the beach!! Nuff said, Ersk will find his way. Soon enough I was finding my way to Miss T's house - after picking up a few party favors - to attend the conclusion of the Birthday events. I reached the ends at about 4pm, which was good timing, the brunch was just about depleted from my gut ;) Miss T is an awesome cook though, and there was food for days, so the first thing I did was wax off some dinner. People, let me add a little thing about Jamaican food here. If ur lucky enough to come across someone who can really get down in the kitchen Yaadie-style, then you too can have some Rice and Peas, Curry Chicken, Jerk Chicken, Plantains etc. Dat deh food deh, say it with mi, SELL OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
And after my food get WAX OFFF!! (meaning obliterated, lol), we got into the evenings proceedings. Here's what happened - we watched the first half of the Colts/Patriots game (I lost $10 when the friggin Pats won, damn!), during the second half we started playing a very risque drinking game (this game will definitely be played at the next party held at THE BACHELAH PAD), some Truth or Dare spin-the-bottle ensued (mostly Dares) and we topped off the sexually tipsy energy by having a mini-dancehall complete with girls DUTTYWINING and even a coupla slow jams. Of course,bein a certified winist, mi and dI gyal dem SELL OFF!! They knew by the end of the night that the man called Ersk is simply Ersktacular!! Again, new acquaintances were made and I think should we continue on this course, good friendships will come out of the "T-Birthday-Crew". On an ending note, that first drinking game spawned some really crazy comments and moments - sexual energy people - its too much for this blog, ya'll may get hot n bothered ;)
All in all, the weekend was what EVERY weekend should be like for me: Fun, Honing my creative skills, Working out, and rife with numerous possibilities on the SOCIAL tip.
After u have read this, mek sure ur next weekend.............SELL OFFF!!
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