Friday Flashback: Week In Review

This has been one hell of a week. My entire job relocated to a new building. I started taking mass transit to work which drastically changed my morning routine. I don’t have OCD but I am a creature of habit, doing something at a different time or in a different order can seriously mess up the rest of my day. Basically, I’ve been a little off all week. Not an excuse but that is the reason that I’ve neglected to blog as much as usual.

Read a great article on Barack Obama

As you know, I am an Obama supporter. Still got hope that a change is going to come. When he first declared his candidacy there was a bunch of talk around the barbershop that he wasn’t black enough. Finally, someone has set the record straight regarding this issue. Please check out this article. Very good read.

Soulja Girl had the Atlanta News on lockdown

I know y’all have seen the video of this chick going off on an elderly lady on the MARTA. If you live in Atlanta like I do, you’ve seen it on every single newscast, heard interviews with her mother, passengers from the train, and doctors describing her mental health issues. Please stop it! I don’t care! If you ride the MARTA, you have seen worse acts of disrespect than this on a daily basis. This one just happened to be caught on video. My freshman year at Morehouse, my roommates and I witness two homeless people having sex in the last car of the train. That deserved news coverage.

Ignorant Moment of the Week!

Krush: What are you doing?
Co-worker: I’m working on a resume for my little cousin who just got out of boot camp.
Krush: That’s cool. He’s trying to get his life together?
Co-worker: Yeah. I want him to get a job before he gets back in them streets.
Krush: What did he do?
Co-worker: Don’t laugh!
Krush: OK
Co-worker: He got caught selling crack to an undercover agent
Krush: What’s funny about that?
Co-worker: He was selling crack to get money for his weed habit.
Krush: LOL!

Friday Flashback

This right here is my theme song right now. “I Wanna Wiiiin!”

Bad Date Karma

What’s good! How was your weekend? If you are like me, you were having some serious football withdrawal symptoms. Never thought I would miss it that much until Sunday afternoon came around and I was searching for something worthwhile on television. I did catch some good college basketball though. Can’t wait for March Madness. I’m still thinking that UCLA is going to take the chip. Pac-10 all the way! Can somebody tell me what Ruby Dee did in American Gangster to merit a SAG award and an Academy nomination? Does she have scenes that weren’t on my bootleg copy of the movie? Don’t get me wrong, I love Ruby Dee but isn’t she playing the same character from Jungle Fever? I’ve been a supporter of Barack Obama since he officially announced that he was running for President. In the last few weeks, he has solidified my decision to support his candidacy. The Clintons, however, have really showed their true colors. I never really understood the love that some black people have for them anyway. Matter of fact, I got into a heated discussion about who to support with a female friend of mine. Her reasoning was that she prospered when Bill Clinton was President and thinks it will be the same under Hillary. Flawed logic, right? My lasting images of Bill Clinton’s presidency were his fronting on Lani Guinier and the fake crying at Ron Brown’s funeral.

My weekend did consist of a little bit more than channel surfing and sugar cookies though. On Friday night, I went out with a couple of co-workers to celebrate a birthday. Nothing special, just some drinks at your neighborhood Friday’s. Why do black folks love Friday’s so much? I think it has to do with the Jack Daniel’s sauce that they put on everything. Anyway, back to Friday night. While I’m chillin’ at the bar with my folks, I see a chick on the other side of the bar giving me a serious mean mug. I mean this sister is looking at me as if I pushed her in the pool at one of those pool parties that black folks have where nobody actually swims. It took me a few minutes before I realized who she was and that’s when I started to panic. Let me explain.

A few months ago, I got a random message on my Myspace page from said female. She was commenting on the song I had playing on my page and wanted to complement me on my good taste in music. We had a brief conversation that day and chatted a couple of times afterwards. Well, about a week ago she sends me a message saying that her birthday was coming up and she wondered if I would like to meet her for a drink. I’m always down for some libations so I said lets meet on Thursday after work. She agreed. Well, I had a hectic week at work and when the day we are supposed to meet comes around I completely forgot about it and went directly home at 5:00. I got a nasty message that night expressing how janky I am and that she isn’t used to being treated so shabbily. Fast forward to Friday night!

So here I am sitting directly across from this chick that I’ve accidentally stood up the night before. What do I do? She obviously recognizes me. Why else would she be giving me the side eye? So, I muster up my courage and walk around the bar to say hello and once again apologize (I sent her a genuine apology that night) for the night before.

Me: Hi, How are you doing?
Her: Hello
Me: You know who I am right?
Her: Yeah
Me: I wanted to come over and apologize again for last night. I’m so sorry but like I explained to you I was extremely tired and the only thing on my mind was getting to bed.
Her: So you really are 6’3”.
Me: Yeah
Her: If you weren’t so tall, I wouldn’t even think about forgiving you.
Me: (Laughter)
Her: I guess I’ll let you make it up to me but you better not mess up again.
Me: That’s a bet. Let me get your number so I can call you and make arrangements this time.

She proceeds to give me her number and I rejoin my party across the bar. Later that night, I get a text from her saying:

Don’t think because you are tall that you can get away with acting like that!

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