This weekend was good. Friday night I did nothing. Saturday I did nothing again. I went out to lunch with my mom and then back home to finish “A Piece of Cake” by Cupcake Brown (it’s a memoir). Great. She survived so much, she’s truly an overcomer.
Saturday night I get a call from my friend M. He invites me out to Sugarhill Club @ Underground to see Keith *insert some name I forgot* and I.N.Dia. A.rie! I’m extra excited cause he’s on VIP and I get in free with him.
So it’s 8pm when he calls and the show starts at 9pm. Okay, it’s M, I expected this. So he has to take “Moving African-Americans Rapidly Through Atlanta…MARTA”, so I don’t roll out til 9pm cause I don’t want to in the city at night by myself…not.safe. I call him about every 10-15min to see where he is. By 9:30 (after I’ve cruised down Peachtree and over to Spring, stopped at a fancy Publix and am headed back), he calls to say he’s downtown. I tell him where to meet me, all the while trying not to get harassed by the crackhead who has taken it upon himself to be an atlanta your guide…for a couple of dollars of course (was that a run-on…probably, oh well).
It’s cold but I’m still excited. Did I mention I was CUTE. I had on my sexy cream sweater with the wide neck and plungin v-neck (safety pinned ya’ll, I ain’t that bold), dark denim jeans, my black pointy toe shoes, huge hoops, clutch purse and leather jacket. I was ready to work it. We make our way down, telling cracky that we are from ATL, and head for the toy-cop checking ID’s. I whip mine out..she stamps my hand and tells me to have a good time. M suddenly says “please Lord, don’t tell me I did this?” I immediately snap me head up ( I was admiring my stamp) and give him a sharp look. He’s still rummaging….this NEGRO has EVERY other card BUT his STATE I.D. He explains to the gaurd that he’s on the list and if he could go in and get the artists publisher…she quickly states “No I.D., No entry”. He immediately gets mad and mumbles “It would be different if she was a dude.” Did I mention that M is bi-sexual and everyone knows it but HE thinks they don’t. I just look at him after that statement and walk away to lean on a pillar while he figures out what to do. Really I just wanted to get away cause it was embarassing. How are you not going to have your ID and obviously since people don’t know your gay, they think I’m with your sorry behind. I’m not that stoopid ya’ll.
See, some would say “ohhh, everybody makes mistakes.” Ummm everything involving M goes wrong. He doesn’t have the greatest track record. “Then why go out with him Serenity?…I wanted to see India…grrrrrr *breathing*
After not getting in, he was like well, I’ll take you to the Varsity. Umm no you won’t. I wasn’t hungry, I was mad. Plus, M has no car, MARTA stopped running about 11:40, it was already 10 something and I was NOT driving him all the way home after NOT getting in. He must think I’m stoopid. I dropped his butt off NEAR a train station and took myself home. I got home promptly at 11pm. Good times (extreme sarcasm). I left at 9pm to wait downtown, not get in, spend money to park, waste gas and come home mad. I’m never going out with M again. Trust that. Word is bond son! lol
Serenity
