Friday, August 8, 2008

You ever have those days when you know that you have to wake up early and as your alarm goes off for the fifth time you’re so near tears you want to scream because the thought of having to get out of bed is unbearable? That’s how I felt this morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Me and J had stayed out too late the night before and I had to be downtown by 9:15 so that I could interview with temp agencies. It totally sucked, but I made it through. Actually both agencies really liked me and said they wanted to get me working right away. It was so nice. I felt like finally there was a little bit of a break in the clouds and boy did I need to hear that good news.

I had really wanted to see Step Brothers and since Jaime had movie cheated on me J agreed to go see it with me. So I get dressed and he gets dressed (not in the same place) and we walk out the door. We go down the elevator and look at each other and realize that we match. We both had on lime green shirts. I mean we were bright. We look like a pack of sour skittles and we laugh because there is no way that anyone is going to believe that this is by complete happenstance. I mean if we both walked out in black shirts it wouldn’t be so noticeable but bright green? Not to mention depending on the day J can look black, Puerto Rican or white and today he was looking quite clear. So we are going to be walking down the street as the billboard for jungle fever’s cutest couple. I know we have come a long way but people still castigate interracial couples. The sad thing is I actually had a boyfriend and we dressed alike on a regular basis from 1999 until 2002. We actually got cutest couple our senior year of high school. Shout out to baby cakes. You know who you are! J and I had the option to go change but I thought it would be much more fun to watch the reaction. Then we started seeing how many people we could spot who could join our interracial lime green family. There were quite a few.

One thing I haven’t adjusted to is the random weather here. There we are walking through Times Square and this random dust storm starts. This was no little storm. I mean there was dirt as tall as buildings. I felt like any minute I was going to be transported to Oz via dust. Just when you thought it wouldn’t go any higher it began to percolate down landing on various body parts including my lips. This wouldn’t be the worst thing except I was wearing lip gloss. So it got stuck. Great. Now I may be transferring rat dookie via dust on my lips.

Certain places are known for certain things. Philly for their cheese steaks, Florida for their oranges. Napa Valley for wine. New York for their pizza. So since we clearly can’t go wine tasting we did the next best thing. Pizza tasting. There’s nothing more exciting than trying a piece of pizza from all the places in a one block radius. I was stuffed.

What was better than the pizza was this one particular place that was owned by Egyptians. First off, I want to caveat my next commentary by saying that Egyptians are not black. They actually look more of Middle Eastern or Sri Lankan descent. Anyway, this girl had about the biggest butt I had ever encountered besides this girl in the 8th grade named Crystal Thomas whose butt should have been in the Guinness Book of World Records. I am just going on the record of saying that Egyptians have black booties. I don’t know maybe it’s because it’s so close to Africa.

Speaking of Africa, why do we have to walk through the middle passage in the subway to get to our train? It’s the longest walk ever…and it’s hot. Only in the middle passage can you see a midget taking pictures with tourists, a scary angel, buy a new outfit and literature spewing what God says about “The Gays.” Before you lose it that’s not how I am wording it. That’s what the literature says.

Let’s talk about this for a minute though. As I walked by I wondered why it said The Gays and not just maybe homosexuality. I also wondered why there was no literature on The Liars or The Fornicators or any sin. It made me sad because these were Christians and in that moment I understood why people sometimes said Christians were hypocrites or don’t want to go to church. Sometimes we are harder on the “visible” sins. We shun those and detest them but then proceed to tell a white lie and deem it as not as bad. I wonder what would happen if everyone wore labels listing their sins for a day. What would we learn about people? How would we treat people? I am in no way condoning any sin. My very birth made me a sinner. I’m just saying we need ease off judgments and deal with people like they’re people. Alright mama’s done fussing.

And yes I am pondering all of this while still walking and I realize that my shins hurt and are sore. I equate soreness and pain with muscle strength. You know after you work out you’re sore but you eventually become muscular. All I’m saying is that I am about to have the buffest shins ever.

To round out our fun field trip J decides he wants to go this park in the Bronx where hip hop was birthed. So we ride the train and then have to walk across the freeway for five years to get there. It was really far. Especially because I don’t give a crap where hip hop was formed. What personal gain do I get. For all this walking we better stand on the exact spot where hip hop was formed and I better be able to break dance or scratch extremely well afterwards. We never did find the park and had to walk all the way back.

Two random pieces of information to end this blog.

One, I saw a Mexican guy with a grill. I ain’t never seen that in my life and I laughed out loud.

Two, I want to ride the subway late one night, go into an empty car and…shoot a music video. Like just me and a few friends just doing karaoke with no music and making a video. I think it would be the most fun ever and if you come to visit I will be enlisting you for this project. Yes!