Sweat, Bruises and Sand, an Unexpected Weekend

I had a list of things I wanted to do this weekend, ask me if  I did any of it.

There was a huge flower festival, a concert featuring Ginuwine, Kid n Play, Mack Wild and DJ Camilo that I was eager to see. That did not happen. Not even a little bit.

Sometimes the things you don’t plan,end up being greater than you expected. This weekend was  both great and terrible, all at the same time.

Let’s begin with Friday, After spending an evening listening to poetry, trying to do my best to bond with someone I truly care about. I came to the realization, that maybe I just need to stop forcing things. The universe throws signs at us in many different ways, ways that we tend to ignore. That day just happened to be my wake up call, if something is meant to happen, it takes more than one person to make it work. I just walked away, as much I knew I didn’t want to, I had to.
Time for me.

Saturday was a little better, that turned into way better. My not so baby cousin is 21 now. That only means he can do everything he was already doing, legally. Raymond and I are close, though we don’t get to spend much time together, he’s one of my favorite people to hug.
Instead of taking public transportation I decide that a 35 minute bike ride wasn’t that bad. It was about 10pm and I’ll admit, I was a little scared biking around some areas. Especially when men want to whistle at you, screaming “oooh, can I get ride?” I’ve even had a ” damn mami, how much?”
Sorry buddy, not for sale, and I’m not talking about the bike. I had a little detour on the count that I got lost. Keeping my phone, that acts like a GPS in my pocket isn’t very convenient. (I just purchased a a handle bar phone holder..much needed!)
I stopped by Titi Margaret’s house and caught up on bochinche. I miss my godmother, I have to remember to make more time for her. Especially since now I know how to get there on my 2 little wheels.
The party was loud, in a basement, that have me flashbacks from when I was in high school and friends used to throw hooky parties. The fact that everyone was younger helped that feeling as well. Non the less. I poured myself a drink and started to dance. To my surprise my baby cousin Denise was in town for the weekend. She came all the way from Massachusetts to spend time with Raymond on his day. So sweet. She was looking at beautiful as ever, and I couldn’t help but to tell her, that every single time she posts a new picture online, she resembles her late sister Jasmine, more and more.

We danced the night away, along with sweating the night away. That space felt like a sweat box, everyone was dripping, dancing, removing clothed little by little. Even my brother Kiki and Taimane came to show love. They were sitting most of the time and still managed to break a sweat. They made my night when they told me they want me to be the baby’s godmother. I wanted to cry! It’s all I seem to think about now.
I danced until I couldn’t dance any longer. By 3am the last song was played and everyone started to leave. The floor full of grit and black water. That’s going to be fun to clean up.
Alberto decided to hang around and be amazing with us. We were all sleeping over a Raymond’s, and everyone was either drunk, tipsy or had some form of hype in their system. They set up the hookah, and we kept cracking up at all the snaps from the night. All the twerking, kareoking, sipping, ratchetness that happened throughout the night.
Sunday, my plans for that concert were out the window. We were going to make it a beach day, but first we all had a few errands to run, especially since most of us didn’t plan on spending the night, and little old me had my bike. We headed to my house, Alberto, Denise and I. I was their map letting them know which bus to take where, while I rode home. It’s only a 15 minutes bike ride, something that’s light work compared to how much I can actually bike.

At an instance, all I felt was a car leaning towards the right hand side, where I was riding push me off and slam me into a parked car. I fell hard. The left side of my body was in pain, my bicycle flat on the floor underneath the parked car. I tried to wiggle it out but the rim was tucked into the car’s tire. The white Nissan slowed down, whoever was inside was obviously debating if they should stop. When it did, it took longer for someone to even come out. He didn’t even say a word, I asked him his name and he went in full defense mode. He didn’t even ask if I was okay. I’m up, there’s no sign of anything teared or scraped. Again, I ask him his name and I get nothing. If he doesn’t want to tell me, I’ll find out another way. I start taking pictures of his license plate, the registration on his window and he’s screaming “so call the cops then”
How ignorant. How unsympathetic. Reminded me of someone else I know… is that just all men?
I didn’t want to get the cops involved, I think i was fine, I felt a bruise forming on my left butt check, my right elbow throbbing, and a scrape burning on my right calf. I think I was okay, brushed up my okay… he starts screaming at me, “you didn’t fall, what do you want to do then,call the cops!” I’m telling him, without raising my voice, “I did fall, I fell hard, you can’t see it, but I’m in pain.” “You didn’t fall he says”
How can someone else tell you what you’re feeling, what happened to you or didn’t happen to you? Reminds me of another man of a dilemma I know.
I practically had to beg for an apology, that’s all I wanted. He wouldn’t give it to me. Another guy across the street comes over and asks me if I’m okay, I say yes I guess, but I’m hurting. Guy number 2 hears all the screaming Guy who hit me is saying and corrects him. “She did fall, I saw her, you hit her.” Only then is when he apologized.
Why does it take an outside person to validate what should of happened naturally? I tell him, I’m a human being, I know you’re scared, but look at the bigger picture. You didn’t see me fall but that doesn’t mean I didn’t. Just because I’m not bleeding, it doesn’t mean I’m not hurt. It did hurt. Badly.

What is it with men? The lack of communication and empathy. I’m sick of it.I trooped it home anyway. I had way too much adrenaline in my system, alongside a huge bruise on my ass. We had plans to head to the beach and how could I disappoint? I threw on my bathing suit, at least the ones I have left at home. Seems like they’re all disappearing  now a days. The trip to Far Rockaway was a little longer than expected. I’ve actually never gone by train before, I tried once a long time ago and got terribly lost. This time I found my way, even with a dying phone.

Raymond and friends were already on the sand. Some were making out, some were sipping on drinks. Denise and  I jumped into the water as soon as we got there. My curls needed some salt water. I just love how they look when it’s drench in it. D was telling me that I can actually buy salt water for my hair in beauty supplies stores. I never knew that. I’m sure it should probably be used in moderation. I don’t need my hair falling out.

We stayed the whole night at the beach, and let me tell you, the stars were beautiful. So much is going on with me right now, and it was the perfect time for me to relax and just take it all in. I have a lot of decisions to make soon and I don’t even know where to begin.

Hanging out with my two baby cousins (who are now full grown!) was way too much fun. I’ve been trying to convince Denise to spend more time in New York, now that she’s on break from college. Let’s see if it works.

As for now, it’s time for a long ride back home, and for me to soak in a nice hot bath. My body is too sore from that hit.love, m

 

Kicking The Guys Out in Style

924021_330690223747200_812567992_nLately Katt and I have been on our non-stop girly rambling.. which means gossip all the time!

There’s not enough time in the world for all of our nonsense. So this my loves, is what happens when her boyfriend get home. Officially kicked out of his own bedroom. We decided to make it official and ended up taping the mean girls on the door, plus the same image was his screensaver whenever he decided to log on to his computer, which is like, all the time!

So basically this is what @kattwomanxo and I do on our spare time. Make @zeromsc ‘s life harder than it needs to be.
“You can’t sleep with us” #nohomo lmfaooooooo

Now someone pass me the ice cream!

Slumber Party

2269819986658765f3b34c0e863f4bb21I looooove having the girls come over for some much needed fun time.

I am no longer a clubbing person, like I used to be, I feel like I’ve outgrown that stage in my life. Don’t get me wrong, when I’m invited to go out for someones birthday, I’ll make an appearance, have a few drinks and even dance my night away, but for me to be the one to insist on a night out like that,

ha, I don’t think so.

It’s so over done and not even remotely close to being something I would plan.

So that’s why I took it upon myself to plan an all girls slumber party!2

Sara, came with a bag full fruits and started making some sangria for all of us to enjoy.

Which was sooo good by the way!3

Munching on pizza, we so fat 🙂

Chevy was working a miracle with my brother’s hookah, which I have to return, since I grabbed it by mistake, thinking it was mine, because my old one was also green.

Since there was a piece missing, we ended up youtubing how to make it work with an apple.

We failed, horribly.4

Since I wanted a new one anyway, I decided to go run off to the store and ended up buying a pretty pink one, while Chevy fell in love with an ice cream that she swore was discontinued and we ended up buying like three.5

I gave Sara this little present that ended up reminding me of her, one day while shopping.

It was a book about anti porn, but not precisely that, it was more of that fact that it explained how feminists react to it and how negative it may make women be perceived.

She loved it. 6

Chevy, as adorable as she is brung, Cranium, which we ended up playing and laughing at our stupidity.

We also made friendship bracelets while talking about boys.

Stereotypical sleepover yes.7

This was the bracelet I made for Chevy.

Her favorite colors, blue and green.

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Oli was struggling to make mine, but I loved it.. and as soon as she finished I  wore it as an anklet instead.

Mine is purple and white ♥
9Sara made Oli’s and Chevy made Sara’s.

Like Clockwork.

10Sara explained how she wants to collect one piece of each of her friends artwork, and she told me how she wanted to own “Ahogando en Vino” .

I told he, that canvas was officially on sale, and 2 minutes later I  was wrapping up the canvas in silver foil for her to take home safely.

I love when my pieces go to good homes, and I know she’ll be appreciated in Sara’s place.

Thank you boo, love you!11 12 13 14Pretty colored lemon tinted by the wine.15Contortionist in the making.16 17 18 19 20 21 Caught taking a selfie!22 Oli came with cupcakes, yum!24After all the games, we took turns doing each others makeup and had a little fun….

Util next time guys!

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Sleepover with Leeee

Let me officially introduce you to the awesome Leah, which you will get to know by Leeee. I have never formed a crazier and hilarious friendship with a coworker than I do with Leeee. So remember that face, bc even though you’ve seen it a couple of times before on this site. . .

You’re going to see more of it.

Leee hustled her way from work to ny house. We had plans to attend a mutual friend’s birthday party in Queens. I did  my deed by cooking and making sure our wine glasses were filled with Chardonnay while we blasted music and got ready.

Leeee, being Philipino, ( that’s what she blamed it on ) was worried about her dance skills, especially since we were going to be dancing to spanish music all night.

We ended up staying home, due to last minute mis communication of directions to the club. ( I have to admit, I was somewhat relieved we didn’t go. I had work the next morning and I’m not much of club go-er as I used to be ) We were tipsy off of wine, laughing the whole night and talking about boy drama. Yes, like teenagers! ( we’re too old for this lol )

Not to mention the dancing lesson, watching her move her hips… hilarious!

Excuse the cliche dirty mirror pic… and yes, that’s my room finally ( and may I add, sloooowly coming together after the move ). Who needs clubbing, people stepping on your new shoes and drunks spilling their drinks on you, when you have good food, wine, music and great company at home? Not I .