Confessions: Alcoholic days gone by

Hey all!!!  Hope all is well with everyone.  I have to apologize again for being so scarce these days.  Life has been extremely busy for me these past few weeks, so unfortunately I've had to neglect some things, one of which happens to be you all and the blog.  But that doesn't mean I don't love yall.  I was hoping to catch up with every one this weekend and but I was so flipping exhausted, I don't think I even turned on my computer. 

Anyway.....  I've got a confession to make.  I mentioned in my Utterz having an assignment to do for Rashan Jamal's making the blog so here goes......  I'm a little nervous, but I may as well get this off my chest.  *Sigh* 

I used to be a alcoholic.  Well not really, but I may have been a few steps away from needing a 12 step program.  I've done some things I'm not too proud of while I had been drinking.....  actually that, I'm down right ashamed of.  So I guess I'll share some of my drunken days with you.  I have to say though, I've had some good times too. 

I used to go to the club quite a bit. Quite a bit meaning every day the club was open.  Saturday (The Q.uest ) Sunday and Wednesday (S.outh B.each) and Friday's before they closed it, I was at the R.iverview, otherwise known as The View.  When I look back on it I can't BELIEVE I was in the club THAT much.  My drink of choice was always Tequila followed by a Corona.  On any given night I'd probably, at minimum have 3 shots, but I have to say I'm very good at handling my liquor.  Most times.  Which brings me to confession 1. 

Wait, first let me get my disclaimer out the way.  In my defense I was in my 20's and very early 30's and kidless.  90% of the time I was in the club was  was out of sheer boredom because my kids were out of town for the summer.  What else was I supposed to do?  Ok, well really I can think of much more productive things I could have been doing but well.... I chose to kick it at the club.  So now...

Confession 1 

Me and my girls (3 of whom I don't associate with anymore because of much drama) we're at The View.  We're at a table by the Dj booth chatting and feeling the music.  Our boy (whom I also don't associate with anymore for other reasons.  I'll have to tell that story another time) was the Dj there and at The Q.uest and would always hook us up and get us in for free.  That's probably why I always had extra money for all those drinks because it was pretty rare that we had to pay to get into the clubs.  We'd always hang by the dj booth to chat with him, get a good view of the club and dance floor to people watch. 

So we're sitting there chatting and we see this guy come over near the dance floor.  We all had different tastes but we were all in agreement that dude was EXTRA handsome.  He was so not my type, shorter than I like them about 5'9 or 10', dressed a little too urban, and had braids.  Very different from what I usually like.  We must have been staring, talking loudly or something because he looks in our direction, smiles and nods his head at us to acknowledge us.  He had the most beautiful smile ever (outside of my hubby)  with the prettiest teeth.  We all were like DAMN!  Some random chick that was near us told us that he was a barber and owned a pretty popular shop in North Minneapolis.  Then it dawned on me... I know this dude.  He had a girlfriend that worked at the salon that I went to and I remembered taking my boys to his shop several years prior to get their hair cut.  I remember him and I getting into a conversation about Aaliyah's One In A Million album that had been out at the time.  I remember thinking he was cute back then but knowing he was dating the chick from my salon.  The random chick says that him and the girl had been broken up for over a year and as far as she knew he was single.  Our Dj friend is hating and asking why we were all up in dudes business.  He's looks at me and is like "if you want me to hook you up....."  I'm like who the hell said I was interested and why are YOU trying to  play match maker????  I don't talk to dudes from the club anyway"  Dj is like "I've noticed."  What the hell????  I didn't realize his problem until much later, but again, that's another entry.  

Later in the evening me and my girl are sitting at the bar and next to the bar is a walkway and dude is coming past.  So I must have had a few drinks by then and was feeling extra bold and I just get up when he gets by me and grab him and start dancing.  VERY VERY out of character for me.  I've always been the quite conservative one.  So we dance awhile and he introduces himself to me.  He says his name is G (I wont give his real name of course) and he's seen me around and remembers me coming to his shop.  We chat a little bit, as much as you can while dancing and while loud music is playing.  We finish dancing and he asks if I'm coming home with him.  I give him a look like "yeah right" so he asks if he can get my number.  I'm like no but you can give me yours.  He gives me his number and we part ways.  My girl V is looking at me and is like "I can't believe you just did that."  I toss his number when I get home.  

I see G 3 or 4 more times on different nights at different clubs.  He's not dressed urban anymore which is a plus.  He's dressed preppy and smells Yummy-licious. We dance, he asks why I didn't call and I tell him I lost the number.  Again, "can I take you home" me again "NOPE."  I tell him to give me his number again and this time I intend to use it, but I lose it for real this time.  My girls are trying to get me to go up to the shop and get his #.  I'm like "YEAH RIGHT" I wish I would do something crazy like that and have myself looking desperate.  Not a good look.  So they are still trying to convince me, they are like take the boys to get a hair cut.  How would that look?  1. They had a regular barber who was the BOMB.  My boy eric was the best barber in MN as far as I was concerned.  2.  I hadn't been there in years so how would that look me just showing up one day out the blue.  and 3.  If I had seen him that much at the club odds are I would see him again.  They are giving me all kinds of reasons to go up there and now in retrospect and after all the drama had gone down, I think they were just trying to make me look stupid.  My other girl C who has 2 boys was like "I'll take my boys and you can come with me so it won't look so obvious."  NO NO NO.  What the hell don't yall get about NO.  I'm not doing it. 

So a few weeks pass and we're at S.outh Beach.  I'm downstairs coming out of the bathroom.  I usually don't go to public bathrooms, especially ones at the club, but I had quite a few drinks and had to go something terrible.  So I'm coming around the corner and this little dude (I later meet him and find out his name is Q and he's super cool.  He ends up being my buddy) stops me and is getting ready to say something.  G comes out of nowhere, grabs my arm and pulls me off to the side.  He's like "what's up man you can't call me?  You must have a man or something."  I'm trying to convince him that I really did lose his number and I swear he was a persistent something cause once AGAIN he's like "why don't you let me take you home."  I tell him I drove and my girl is riding with me.  He's lsays "why don't you drop her off and I'll follow you and then you can follow me to my house."  I'm say "Um ok."  And as soon as I say it I'm thinking to myself what the hell was I thinking.  He tells me to give him MY number this time so he can call me when the club lets out.  I tell him I didn't have my phone and my girl V jumps in and says "here use my phone and gives me her phone.  I look at her and am thinking to my self DUMB ASS!!!!!  She tells him to just his number in her phone and I'll call him.  He's says I'm not gonna call.  So she gives him her number.  She's all giggling and mess and I'm wanting to smack the taste out her mouth.  After he leaves she's asking me what the problem is and reminding me that I said I HAD intended on calling him.   I'm like whatever.  I wanted to leave her drunk butt at the club after that crap.  

Ok this is getting long so I'm gonna have to end it Rashan style and post part 2 later.  Sorry yall.  

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