SO LONG, FAREWELL...
Friday, October 5, 2007
So let’s get right to it. Last week I went to a cookout and found myself surrounded by people I had gone to high school with. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, I drank, ate, drank, played Bid Whist, talked shit, drank some more…Do we see a theme here?
As I looked around the deck I saw the faces of boys who are now men (corny, I know) but some of them were really MEN, and looking good, but I digress…I looked at these men and remembered them as boys. And I had flashbacks of having crushes on them, flirting with them, being courted by them, spending hours on the phone with them and being kissed by them. I had flashbacks of when I was the business and just like Mr. Kanye West, Kanyeze as I like to call him, you couldn’t tell me nothing! Just ask Mama Rum Punch about that. She has the gray hairs to prove it.
I had flashbacks of driving in my first car with my friends listening to the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill on tape, yes tape, singing the words hard like we really knew what love was all about. I had flashbacks of when I thought I knew it all and then some about boys, love, education, life. Let high school me tell it, I should have been had my shit together by now. I should have a law degree, my own home, a husband (my college sweetheart of course), maybe even a child, depending on how long we had been married, you know because I had it all planned out to have some ‘marriage time’ before our first baby. But let present me tell it, none of those things seem to be in the cards.
So I stood on that deck and remembered high school me (yeah I probably had one drink too many) and thought to myself: what the hell did I know then? About anything? About boys, love, education and life? Not a damn thing, I realized. And what do I know now? About men, love, education and life? You’ll find out…
Welcome to Rum Punch Fridays!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
need I say more? mmmm…tasty!
*mint julep wipes away a tear, as she looks around for her regular, grown ass man*
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
This month primarily belongs to the Libras. Interesting creatures aren't they? sometimes the scales are balanced and sometimes they are not (shouts out to Big Poppa). . . So, October is here and fall is virtually around the corner. Ahhh. . . inhale the freshness of the autumn eve. No more flip-flops, capris, sandals -- at least not to work folks... Only 3 months remain before the calendar year is over, so are you content with the progress made in 2007? . .
After a quarter-century of living on this earth and the tax mother nature has levied against my body, I have embarked on a new adventure -- working with a personal trainer. I must say my initial warm-up/orientation kicked my a**, although I didn't feel the soreness in the beginning. The next day was murder to my muscles. But, no pain -- no gain, right, at least I hope so. I am impressed by the number of adults that have committed to taking their well-being in their own hands and committing to the gym (kudos). Now at the gym, we all come in all shapes and sizes, but we're all there for the same, rather similar reasons (yeah -- that's a better way to put it). In due time, you'll learn a lil' bit more about me (i.e. my progress made in the gym), but more about what I think. So, stay tuned. . .
Life is all about people and the degree of your relationships-- remember that.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
So my cousin told me that all it takes to save a relationship is cups. Yes, you did read that correctly! Tumblers, stemware and those red plastics are all a person needs to deal with a vengeful woman or a cheating man. It's time to start marching down to stores for cups people. Ladies-you don't have to slash those tires! Fellas-leave those flowers at the florist!
I realize that this was a strange Hi-my name is Amaretto-first-entry but it's whats on a girl's mind this Tuesday afternoon. You'll learn to bare with me. Dealing with others be it at home, work or just on the street can be a real challenge. Let's be selective in the battles we chose to fight.
See You in Seven,
Monday, October 1, 2007
Pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Bae boy, ‘cause I’m all grown up.”
- 30 Something, Jay-Z
Thanks for tuning in. Glad you could join us.
What? What? Why are folks always hatin on Monday? Monday is the start of the week. Day One. A new beginning. Lots of holidays fall on Monday: MLK Day, President’s Day, Easter Monday, Memorial Day, and Labor Day. Girlfriends and Weeds come on TV on Monday nights. Monday Night Football [need I say more]. On Mondays, kids are pressed to show up at school in whatever hot gear they copped over the weekend. All the ladies who’ve been to the hairdresser come into the office on Monday wit an extra bounce in their step. Brothers with fresh haircuts stroll down the street on Monday afternoon like their name is A Pimp Named Slickback (all my Boondocks fans holla!). You catch my drift. So stop hatin on Mondays. Remember- some weren’t blessed to see today.
Which brings me to my next point. The week must start off with a bang. And a dark & stormy will make that happen baby! Dark (or spiced) rum + ginger beer. Pour over ice and garnish with a slice lime. I like to finish mine off with just a splash of ginger ale. Real smooth and real simple. Now please sip slowly or your dark & stormy Monday may lead to a topsy-turvy Tuesday .
Once upon a time, I could drink all the dark & stormies my heart desired and get up the next morning shuckin and jivin like a cast member of High School Musical. But your girl Stormy is getting a lil’ older. Though I quoted the song 30 Something, I ain’t quite there yet. If thirty’s the new twenty, than I’m barely legal! But I cannot deny that I am getting older. Just a tad…
Here are some of tell-tale signs that this storm is slowly shifting down to a category 4:
- The only club action I get Sunday thru Thursday is at a happy hour. I just tried to defy this rule last week and it wasn’t pretty. I need to at least be en route home by 11 PM instead of ducking some lame dude on the dance floor.
- I look silly shopping in stores like Forever 21, LVL X, and Charlotte Russe. I went in one looking for something quick & cheap to wear to a party one night… I kept asking the salesperson if a top was a dress or if a dress was a top. These youngins need to put some damn clothes on!
- Any man who suggests dining at a chain restaurant for our first (and possibly second and third) date will get stood up. Friday’s, Ruby Tuesday’s, Olive Garden, Cheesecake factory… ugh, so high school. Have a little creativity. I’m too old to be impressed by unlimited breadsticks or cheese biscuits.
- There’s food in my fridge. Period. And I don’t mean TV dinners.
- I remember Bobby and Whitney before they were “Bobby & Whitney”. What you know ‘bout “I’m Your Baby Tonight” or “All the Man I Need”? Classics!
- Weekday booty calls are far & few and definitely contingent upon how early I have to start working the next day. And don’t even think of calling after 10.
- The sight of cute children makes me daydream about the Stormy Jrs. of the future.
- I look forward to steppin in the name of love. I loathe crankin that soulja boy and will attempt to trip up whoever tries to superman dat **! Don’t even get me started. We shall re-visit that entire subject on a future Monday.
The list can go on and on but no need to dwell on the past. Some may get depressed while realizing just how fast their youth slips away. Instead of sulking, I am looking forward to the fine brew this darkness shall become. Already quite the potent potable, imagine popping my cork in another 10 years… Oooh wee baby! Look out!
Dark & Stormy