Weekend Recap (Early Bird Special)...

Friday: Besides that fuckery that went down, Friday turned out to be good. I didn't do much...just help mom out with getting things prepared for the 4th (i.e. peeling potatoes & other food preparation, cleaning up while she shopped, and tasting the food to make sure it was good *smile) until it was becoming too much (do this, this, this...O' and don't forget this), so I had to make other plans that included time with my girls. I love my friends, and there is one friend in particular that is my ride or die friend. If you don't have one, get one. We met in the 9th grade, and have been close ever since, after we got into a fight (different story for a different time). Our birthdays are on the same day, and we usually celebrate it together, but last year was the first year we didn't because I was in Dallas with the ex (who has been calling me ALL THE DAMN TIME but he can kiss my ass).

...anyways...

She is the type of chick who will be there in your time of need...if you need a place to chill, want to hang out, slash a dude's tires...you know, the ultimate friend. She is very intelligent (a chemical engineer) and pretty, but she is hood. Just imagine a Lisa Lopez, with Michelle Obama's brain, and a hood mentality at times...that's my girl. Our personalities are so different yet we seem to just mesh well...can't explain it. She calls me the prissy, proper one while she is the down the earth "round the way girl," which she is just about right. Back to the story, so some of my friends and I were suppose to go out...girls night out. I rode with my BFF since we live not far from each other. We get to the club, and my friend was trying to find a parking spot. She finally found one, but walking in front of the spot were a group of girls taking their time. My friend rolls down her window and says something, and the girls hear her. They get mad, and say, "This bitch don't know who she is talking too." So, instead of parking the car, my friend drives full speed towards the group of girls with probably three inches in between them and the car. I'm thinking, "I want to go home...I don't have time to fight tonight." My friend has this thing where if you test her, she will show you how crazy she can get. So the girls start running toward the club, except for this one big girl who was yelling, "Get out the car, get out the car, " while my friend is yelling, "Let me park my car first, then I will get at that ass." OMG...some serious hood stuff going on. We get in the club and meet up with the other four girls. Although all crazy, my BFF is the craziest. To make a long story short, my BFF was talking to a dude she liked, one of the girls from outside saw and started popping off at the mouth, and called my friend a bitch. It wasn't one of those regular "bitch," it was one of those where the emphasis is put on the "-itch" making the word "bitch" just that much worse...causing my BFF to grab an empty beer bottle, smash it on the table and get prepared to cut her...she then gets thrown out of the club...my friends and I leave too because we can't just stay while she is out. We end up going to another club, and I told her to keep her damn cool or take me home...she was cool for the rest of the night...until she got home, and she got into it with her boyfriend (they live together).

When I do come back home, I finally look at my cell phone (because I don't look at it all when I'm in the club), and the Savannah dude has called me three times with a message talking about wanting to hang out. Law has also called for the same reason. By this time it was too late, and I was too tired...I said I would call them in the morning.

Saturday: Being it was the 4th of July, I chilled with the family most of the day starting with my sister-in-law and I going shopping, getting our toes done, then coming home to swimming and food. Since mother nature was working on me with extra hormones, ovulation, and getting prepared for that BS that I SWORE JUST WENT AWAY, I was very...ummmm, yea. Some of my family members brought over their male friends, and I swear my "me so horny" ass was flirting something serious. After that, my brother, his wife, my mom, and their children went somewhere so I figured I would stay home and write some stories to help cool my hot tail down when the phone rings...it's Savannah dude. He invited me to watch the fire cracker show at Stone Mountain park. I figured, why not. Not five minutes went by when Law called...I turned him down telling him I was doing the family thing (NOT).

Stone Mountain park was PACKED!!!!!!!!!! After walking, and walking, and walking, we were finally able to get a spot where we could see the show. We had a blanket, and he brought a little basket that had some fresh fruit, assorted cheese, and some cold drinks in it. As we were talking, eating/drinking, and looking up in the sky at the fire works, all I could think about was sex...I'm not going to even lie. At times he had to ask me was I OK because I had to ask him to repeat himself to me again, for I wasn't listening. I was saying "Yea, For Real, I Remember, etc." at the wrong times of the conversation. He was looking and smelling good too...I couldn't help myself...my mind was gone, and my body was saying take me. Finally I just told him to come here, and I kissed that boy like it was something serious. You know, one of those long, passionate (hands caressing, slow lip/tongue movements, deep) kisses that ALWAYS lead into something else, except we were outside in the public, and I'm not about to get locked up for some "loving" in the park. After that, we stayed at the park for a while longer until we left, and when we got in the car, I just pulled him to me and started kissing him again. Somehow I ended up in his lap, but nothing happened...just kissing *smile.*

After leaving Stone Mountain Park, we left to go and get some ice cream...ate it, and came back to my place to play some games on my Nintendo Wii. The night ended with us falling asleep on my couch while the Discovery Health watched us instead of us watching it, but when I woke up around 4 a.m., I woke him up and told him I was going to bed and that I had to meet my family early in the morning for breakfast...in other words, you got to leave. I don't want him to get too comfortable up in my place...it's too early for that. We kissed goodbye, and he called me when he got home.

Sunday: I met with the family to eat breakfast at The Original Pancake House. Mother Nature brought her damn gift at this time too, and my cramps were hurting soooooooo bad. I was talking to my mom, and she was telling me to get on birth control to help relieve the pain and the mood swings. My nosey, and loud nephew (the oldest one) overheard our conversation and asked, "Why do you need birth control?" My mom said, "It's for her lady problems." Then my nephew shouts out, "Lady problems...O' you mean her period!" People next to us are looking, and all I could do was give him that look...you know the one. His mom then tells him to be quiet and stop embarrassing me...UUUMMMM, TOO DAMN LATE FOR THAT!!!! My nephew then says, "What? It's only natural...nasty but natural."

After that, I was debating on whether or not to go home because I was in pain, but I took some meds and stayed with the family. We went shopping for the little ones, when I saw a blast from the past...the accountant (here, here, and any other post under the label of "older men.") He was out shopping, and he just kept on staring at me in the beginning until he said, "I wondered when you were going to speak to me." He still looks nice...very nice *smile.* We talked for a minute, and those damn sexual images came back. If I wasn't celibate (or consumed with extra estrogen), I don't think I would be thinking this way so much. Half of the time he was talking, all I could think about was my inner sexual alter ego (who is part Diana Ross/Donna Summer in their prime mixed with a little bit of pure RAWness) doing this Kama Sutra number on him...you know, doing the hair flip thing, back arched, and just working it. He was extra flirty and touchy...I was hoping my brother didn't see (he didn't). He ended up giving me his number (because I didn't have it), and yes, I am going to use it...after a couple of days of course...can't seem desperate.

Now I'm at home contemplating on what to do next. I think I will invite Law over for some wine (partly to unwind, and partly to knock out these cramps)...tell him to bring me over some cannolis because I know he has some at the house (I'm craving sweets so bad) and just chill. Or I could call some of my girlfriends over to talk and drink with...or I could just chill alone...

...my girlfriends will be too much estrogen, and me alone will be boring...

...I'm calling Law...

Note Bene: I hate periods, I hate being celibate when I'm emotional/needy/really sexually deprived, and I hate wearing a bra during this time of the month (they hurt sometimes)...just a little vent.