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9/11-Revisited

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Tomorrow is the anniversary of 9/11.  I hesitate to use the term "anniversary", that seems like it should be reserved for celebrated times...In February I originally posted this, seeking the thoughts and feelings of my DMV friends.  Now I've gained more NY friends and I still want to know...

I briefly talked to Unka STO about this while we were in DC, but I'm opening it up to EVERYONE.

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The Invasion (Saturday)

So like I said, I got to sleep in until 8:30.  I got up just in case Gi/Red decided to bang on my door at 9 like she said she would (she didn't).

I called her though to see if she wanted to go to breakfast.  After diddling around for awhile, we ended up going to the diner at the Holiday Inn across the street.  It was fast, for sure and the food was pretty good. (I just realized that I didn't thank you for breakfast! THANK YOU!!)

From there I called a cab and went to dialysis in DC.  That in itself was an experience...I'm just gonna say my center at home and the K Street Dialysis Center ain't a whole lot alike.

Really no one but the nurses even spoke to me the 4 hours I was there, which was ok with me because the man next to me was a hardheaded chronic complainer that kept popping his fake leg off and on and the man who sat across from me that came in on crutches, kept looking at me like I was his lunch *shiver*.

I had a bad session that ended up with really bad cramping and when I left, I just wanted to get back to the hotel, so I called Harm/Poetessnyx to find out what train I needed to catch to get back.  She wasn't hearing it.  She was in the middle of doing something, but said that they'd be picking me up because I was in no shape to ride the train.  So I sat on a window ledge and waited.

Ol hopalong came out on his crutches and asked if I could spare some change for him to catch the train.  I told him that I'd spent all my change on the cab (well technically I did...it cost me $17 and I wasn't giving him a $20).  He kinda lingered around for awhile before his cab got there and he took off *lyin asshole*.

Now let me back track...while I was in dialysis, the only talking I did was to O.  He called and checked on me every single hour *if anyone says he's not a sweetheart, I'll cut you dead* and even sat on the phone with me through all my cramping *although I think that was more because I sounded real porn starrish* CTFU.  Every time he called, he asked me what the address was of the Center.

I figured he was trying to place where it was.  No, he calls me and says he's in front of the place and where am I?  I'm like, uhhhh in front of the dialysis center...Well he was a block down.  He swooped by and picked me up and I was soooo glad.  A sista was tired!

So I called Harm and told her not to come and I laid back and closed my eyes.  When I felt the car stop, I opened them and recognized the hotel as one of the 3 Marriott's on J. Davis Parkway  *shrug*

O had brought me to meet Unka STO (that's S-T-O, not STO) and Feyonce!  I was so excited!  I wasn't sure I was going to get to meet them.  The first thing I thought was Feyonce is so cute and little! LOL Then Toysoldier came peeking around Feyonce and we all hugged and sat and talked for awhile in the lobby.

Feyonce and Toy went back up to the room and me and Unk went over to another section of the lobby to talk (UGH we walked right through M & G) and Unka O joined us.

By that time STO got a call from Q, who said they were in front, so we went out to see him, Kim and Ebonii.  We all stood outside talking for awhile, being pestered by these little flies when Danja and T came out.  I walked over with STO so I could meet them, but they were on their way to pick up a rental, so it was very brief.

When I first stood next to Danja, I thought damn, she's taaaaaall! Which I already knew because she'd said it several times before and she's really pretty (really every one I met is more pretty/handsome than their pictures would have you believe) and I remember looking at T thinking "Damn, that is Garvey's Daddy!". LOL

Anyway, I ended up going to dinner with Q and the crew at this place called Hop's and if you don't know, I'mma tell you.  Q IS A FOOOOOOOOL!!! He had us cracking up the whole time (Thanks for dinner Q!) well until Kim pointed out the two men sitting next to us, one of which had a nice little set of boobs.  He was skinny, so they weren't the typical "man boobs", they really looked like some A-B cup implants.

Q invited me to hang out at his place (which at the time, I thought was closer to the airport), so I packed my stuff and headed over there.

We started watching a movie and I don't think I lasted 45 minutes.  I was knocked out for the night.  (Yeah, not what you would have thought, huh?)

One more day...awww ya'll continued twice already.  Get over it and stay tuned, LOL.

How Many Times? A Semi-Personal Reflection

I used to be a person that lived by the rule that if a person hurt/crossed me once, they didn't get a chance to do it again.  Because of that, I found myself isolated for years.

Then my best friend/babydaddy cheated on me.  The boyfriend in him sucked, but the best friend was irreplaceable at the time, so I sucked it up and dealt with the hurt while still being friends.

That's a practice that's carried over.  I'll still deal with a person, but their exposure to me is severely limited so as not to leave myself open to hurt.  Makes sense, right?

What doesn't make sense, but I'm guilty of, is this.  When I really fall in love with someone, I just can't let go that easily.  When I have gotten deep in my feelings and that person has gotten past some or all the walls I like to think I've put up, I become a glutton for punishment.

I keep hoping that whatever is broken in the relationship can be fixed with love.  This is a mistake that a lot of us make.

We stay in abusive relationships because someone somewhere said that love conquers all.  I have to sorely disagree because love conquers alot of things, but in my experience, love doesn't conquer distrust, it doesn't conquer insecurity and often stupidity of either or both parties doesn't make the cut either.

When do you reach the point where you say "enough"?  In the year of Obama, we hope for alot of things.  Change.  Changes don't just need to be made in the White House, some of us need change within ourselves.

I watched a friend late last year do everything she could to hold on to her marriage because she hoped.  It died.  Probably because she was the only one who hoped that it could be repaired. 

While she was hoping and doing all that she could to hold it together, her husband was accusing her of infidelity, stealing from their household finances, skimping on their sex life (I imagine it's hard to make love to someone who doesn't even seem to like you at times).

They finally parted ways and though it's been hard, she's piecing her self-esteem and in turn, her old self back together.  I think she'll eventually be ok.  I'm glad for her that she was never able to carry a baby to term.  I think if she had a child, she'd keep hoping and trying til the day she died.  Sometimes tragedies are blessings in disguise.

What kind of person are you?  Do you cut your losses immediately?  Do you keep  going back, thinking it could work out?  Do you just stay with your s.o. and have your candy on the side?  How many times do YOU say goodbye?

I thought this song was fitting for many reasons.  Enjoy.  I miss Luther...

 

How Bout Dem Bears!

I'm so happy my Bears won!  I'd have been happy either way because my two favorite teams played each other today, but the hometeam were the winners!  (Told you Olu!)

Final Bears 29

Colts 13

Did Matt Forte show his arse or what?

How'd your team do?  *noticing the east coast silence*

The Invasion cont'd.

Lunch with the ladies was wonderful.  It was a new experience for me to have that many girlfriends that even like each other.  It was a good thing there weren't many people because we were LOUD!

After lunch we went back to the hotel and chilled awhile and I awaited my suitcase.  It finally got there about 2 hours prior to us needing to be at the dock. 

The Silkster dropped us off.  I was a little nervous because the Meet and Greet group was new to me and I really only knew Don and Olu and had really never had any long conversation with them, so I wasn't really sure what to expect.

Olu met us in the parking lot and began snapping pictures and as the lot got more and more crowded, I realized that it would be a great trip.  When Pineapple and Boosie walked up, I really knew it would be all good, even if no one else talked to me.  Needless to say WE HAD A BALL!!!  Trust me when I say that Don definitely knows how to throw a party!!

After we docked, I called B to come pick us up.  The crowd dissipated like you wouldn't believe...Pines and Boosie refused to leave us even though he was on his way.  After a while, we decided to pile into Pines' car and go on to the hotel and try to get ahold of Brandon on the way.  Trust me, and you can ask anyone who rode, Pines' car mumbled SHIT when we all got situated and took off.  LOL

Well, let's just say that Pines and Boosie aren't real familiar with the streets of DC, LOL.  Red kept throwing out directions from the back seat "Go That Way".  Anyway, we thought we were headed in the right direction when 1isback went flying past us.  Of course my phone was dead by this time, but I was smart enough to put B's number in Mo's phone just in case.  So we called him...and it went to voice mail.  I figured his music was on blast or he didn't recognize the number, so we tried again.  Voicemail.

Just when we'd given up hope (we were NOT gonna just catch up to him), he called back.  We told him to slow down and we'd follow him back to the hotel.

Swear when B opened Pines' door, I heard the car sigh a sigh of relief.  We were packed ya'll...wasn't even room for the purses.  They rode in the trunk, LMAO.

I slept so good, it wasn't even funny.  For the first time since I started dialysis, I didn't have to be up at 5:30 on a Saturday. It was wonderful...

(to be continued)