Tell me something…where yo………[sic]………band at?

So being as we had missed the performance, AND gotten some angry stares in the process…we decided to make amends and go to applebee’s…so as everyone is cramming into cars…Josh and I said, hell, we might as well do the same…and that’s what we did. We rode with Desirae (band manager), Angela (singer), and George (singer/josh’s roommate)…first, we went to the nearest applebee’s…everyone, except me, is fussing about the bitch at Solomon’s Porch who decided to cut the show down b/c she had another band coming in (which explains why Josh and I missed it)…and all I distinctly remember from that ride are several people saying they were gonna “snatch a bitch” and that “this is the wrong applebee’s, they went to the one downtown”…the second part was most pertinent to me, b/c my hotel was downtown [yay me!, right?]…so desirae continues to drive, and she finally drops Josh and I off…b/c the they were going to a meeting somewhere else…anyway, we go bebopping up in applebee’s and we don’t see one band member…NOT ONE…shadey, right?lol…so, we’re standing there like boo-boo the fool before Josh says, well, let’s go to Juniors and get a slice of cake/pie…so we take a quick trip across the street, where he gets the strawberry cheesecake, and I get the apple pie…[sidenote: don’t waste your money…I could have gotten better pie by going to the frozen section of kroger’s and buying a mrs. Smith apple pie]…then we called George to see where they were…surprisingly, only a few blocks away at this place called La Pequeña…so, once again, Josh and I hightail it like 7-8 blocks and then go into Moes, which is where they’re waiting until their table is ready…so we’re hanging out and laughing and stuff…





just a really chill environment…now, angela is hungry as hell, and she is watching George’s phone for any sign of a call from La Pequeña that the table is ready…lol, but she’s trying to play it cool…and we’re making the usual chit-chat about their performance…again the words, “snatch a bitch” are thrown around and I laugh at the thought, before we get the call…and angela is not playing any games…she is up, ready…and ushering people to the door [lol]…so we hustle over to the restaurant…and when they say La Pequeña…they really mean it…I mean, thank God we all sorta knew each other or else, it could have been awkward…but it was cool…I was full so I didn’t order anything except some Mexican soda [Sandia] and they ordered everything from plantains to blackbean soup, kaluaha and coffee to lemon margaritas…all in all, we had a fun night [check the pics] and I met some really cool people…especially Desirae…she had me rolling…really…that’s one funny bitch, lol…but as all good things must come to an end, the night was finally over, and I needed to be heading home to get in the bed…so, b/c they were all going to Brooklyn and I was just going a stop over, I took the subway [by myself…I know…go me!!!!lol] and they hopped in the car and headed on home. By the time I got back to my hotel room, I was dog tired…but excited and ready to begin my new adventure that I was sure to occur.

H-Town Stand UP!

So…first, let me just go ahead and apologize that these blog posts are days late, but oh, well….i was in NY and I really wasn’t worried about blogging too much. Any who….the title of this post was inspired by my good friend Joshua Phoenix Babineaux….he moved to Brooklyn like 2 years ago and I haven’t seen him since…one reason we never saw each other when I was in Houston was because he loved in East Bumfuck Egypt and I lived in West Bumfuck Egypt….so….unfortunately, we were unable to hang out like we planned a dozen or so times…but anyway, when I found out I was going to Brooklyn…he was one of the first people that I called…and it was definitely the right move. Now my good friend Joshua came to downtown Brooklyn on what had to be the coldest day that I was there…and to make matters worse, the directions given to him required him to be lost for a little bit…now, Joshua is a little tight about the situation, so we won’t dwell on the reason for why he was lost…but let’s just all build a bridge over it and walk across it together….anyway, when he finally got to my hotel room, we just hung out for a while and caught up…he’s working in some office at H&M [I’m tight that I didn’t get to use his discount…but maybe if I come back for spring break…lol]…and I was telling him how school was going…blasé… blasé…blasé…then we both realized that oh, b/c we have fat people living inside of us…we should go get something to eat…b/c I was starving…so Joshua is asking me all the questions about what I like to eat…yada yada yada…and those who know me, know that, that is a mistake b/c I’m so picky and indecisive at times…so he leads to me this place called Dallas Barbecue [I think]…i know…picture me eating bbq with a fork and knife]…the place was really cool…crowded as hell…but Joshua said it was good, so we sat down at a table that clearly was put there to maximize the space…so I order the shrimp and chicken…and Joshua some Hennessy sauce wings (notice his happy face)…but before this arrives…Joshua is telling me that I HAVE TO have a drink…a margarita to be exact…and ya’ll know I don’t drink….he even had our waitress in on the act [bitch!lol]…and finally I relented…I had a regular size piña colada with a shot of vodka (something that starts with an “m”)…some mango mixture (see pics)…and he had a damn Texas size margarita (read: DRUNK!)with a shot of something…so I drank my piña colada and was going strong when my food arrived…mind you Joshua’s had not…and all he’d ordered was wings…i had a full damn meal…so I’m just eating away [b/c he told me it was ok, not b/c I’m rude] and he’s just sitting there………waiting. Slowly, as everyone else around us starts to get their food…I can tell that Josh is getting a tad pissed off…but just as he was about to explode and go off [read: when the red light comes on I transfooooooormmmm (thanks Danity Kane)]...his wings arrived and he was one happy negro...i mean, just look at the pics...can't you tell?...so after we ate, we went back to my hotel to put the food away and then off we headed to Solomon's Porch to hear a performance...Josh's roommate George is in a group, so we're hot-footing it to the subway and walking like hookers on the beat...only to arrive and be told that we've missed the performance...damn!...daMN!...DAMN!!! [cmon Florida Evans]...but it was cool b/c they were performing gain on sunday...so without any other plans Josh and I decided to join some of the band for dinner at applebee's...and this is where the shady part of the evening begins, but more on that later...

Spice up your life....(thanks Spice girls...lol)

soooo, b/c i was starving, nyles decided that we would go to this place he knew in union square called Spice...of course, being that he'd been here two times already last week, i figured that it must have been good to keep him coming back...the decor was nice and very chill (sorry...no pictures of that...kill me)...but anyway, after being seated...our waiter quickly came over to us and told us that the kitchen was closing in 5 minutes (i mean, it WAS 10:45pm)...so i quickly ordered the lemongrass chicken...while nyles ordered some type of noodle dish...so we're chatting and taking pictures to pass the time:


so, by this last picture our food finally arrives and we are both overjoyed...b/c clearly we were having too much fun AND we were starving here sitting at this table. so, i'm looking at nyles' plate and i'm like hmm...looks great....look at the concotion they gave me...and i'm like, umm...this don't look like no damn lemongrass chicken breast...but i'm like okay, there's chicken in this dish, so maybe this is how it's served...so being hungry, i proceeded to eat [sidenote: those of you who know me, know that i have a baby stomach, so...i was done pretty quickly...


but this didn't stop nyles who continued to eat his very tasty...but very spicy noodles...



but when he's done...he looks at my plate and is like, wtf is that?...i laugh and tell him it's the lemongrass chicken...and he, without missing a beat says, no it's not...lol...so, by this time, the waiter comes back over and checks on us...nyles makes a point of it to tell him that this is not what i ordered...the waiter, as if in a Jerry Lewis film, runs to the kitchen to tell them to make me what i ordered...and then calmly walks back to us...proud that he corrected the situation...WRONG!...i was full then...i didn't want the other stuff...so we tell us this...and off he scampers...so whatever...it was good...i enjoyed the lemongrass soup...now bring me my damn check...$21-22...not bad...then we had to debate whether to leave a tip or not...and of course, since it wasn't what i ordered...it was a resounding NO from both of us...and we proceeded to make our way towards the door....cool, right?...nope!...the waiter approaches and asks us why we didn't leave a tip...going into this tirade about they don't work for donations...blase...blase...we didn't give a fuck...and i was about to walk out, when nyles said...NO!, i need to see a manager...which our waiter proceeded to show us...and then nyles explained the situation to him...and he was acted like he didn't care...so of course this just pissed nyles the fuck off...and he declared that he would never....EVER!......EVER!...return...and nyles definitely means it...so i guess that's the last time i Spice up my life :( lol

I'm here....and look who I found

so, my trip to brooklyn began with my flight being delayed by an hour...thanks delta...but it was cool...i had nothing but time on my hands, right?...right!...so i finally my plane arrives and i'm back to being excited...little did i know what was in store for me when i took my seat...so, i'm sitting there putting on my seatbelt...getting comfortable in my seat...when i see this asian family approaching the back of the plane...now, i had seen this family before my plane arrived and i'd thought to myself...damn, i just know with all my heart that i am going to end up sitting by them in some kind of way...which would have been fine, if it wasn't for the way that they were acting. first, of all...they were talking in their native language...LOUD AS HELL...i mean, the grandmother, must have been deaf, b/c this bitch was yelling everything...and I do mean everything...and on top of that...they had a baby...ugh!...take me now Jesus...so, we board and then where do i find myself...right in between the mother and grandmother...with the father sitting directly across from me....shit...it's gonna be a long flight...then, my flight attendent, who i've named faith evans [read: Robert] is just trying to talk to the grandmother telling her to lower her voice for the sake of the other passengers [read: STFU!]...but she doesn't speak english and was acting like she really didn't give a fuck...so yeah...that's how my flight went...but being me, i ate my delta provided snack [see pic] and took my ass to sleep for the duration of the flight...so enought of my boring flight...when i landed, i was greeted by my good friend nyles...remember him?...the guy who was sick...well, surprise...he's feeling better....yay!!!lol...yeah, he met me at the airport and we started our 11 mile trek to my hotel from JFK...via the subway, of course...it's too damn cold for us to walk anyway in NY, although it's colder in nashville than here...go figure...so, we get on the subway and of course nyles is his wonderful, witty self...who has me in hysterics the entire ride...he's telling me about life in brooklyn...we're laughing at the people on the subway...and of course, this eventually led to us snapping a couple of photos for posterity...i mean, i have to document my time here right?...so we make it to the hotel and check in....and although, i'm tired...i am also hungry...peanuts and some sprite just are not going to satisfy the 450lb white woman who is living inside me...so, of course this means that we're sitting around in my room trying to make a decision on where to go...mind you, this is how nyles was for the entire decision making procedure [see pic to the right]...asking me what i had a taste for...honestly, i could have killed a person on the street and eaten them b/c that's the way I was feeling...[note the use of the word feeling]...but finally, nyles said fuck it, we're going to Spice, which is a thai restaurant...and me being the country bumpkin and hungry person that i was just agreed...but after the experience that nyles and i had when we went there...i think neither of us will be returning...at least to that location....just marinate on that and try and figure out WHAT WENT WRONG!lol

Brooklyn bound...

Ok, so i'm sitting here in bed and the time is 10:58pm...and being the good grad student that i am, i am definitely not reading ahead...the thing that is really on my mind is my trip to brooklyn. i leave tomorrow at 2pm and arrive at 6:20pm (about 3 hours...i'm in central time)...and i'm so freaking excited...already, my friend Phoenix (aka Josh) has plans to take me out with him and his co-workers (semi-excited...not really a club person, but new state...new state of mind, right?)...so i'm all packed here...sitting...listening to my ipod and chatting and such (sidenote: i know the time this post says [10:58pm] and the time this is actually posted are different, but i have a life too you know!)...excited but nervous. it's not my first time to NY...but it is my first time going to brookly...AND it's also my first time going in the winter (i hope i don't freeze my balls off)...anyway, being from the south, i just already know that me and cold weather just don't mix...we're like oil and water...a fat girl and a salad...you get my point...just two things that should not even be in the same proximity to each other...but i'm trying. living here in nashville has taught me a thing or two about cold weather...the other day it was 27 degrees (check the pics)...and the highs ae usually in the upper 30s...tonights temperature...12 degrees!!!...(really? like wTf?!?)...it was 15 in brooklyn...the only thing missing here is snow...but let me not say that too loud or else the ground will be covered in the morning...but i think i will be ok in NY, i just have to try and not bust my ass on the ice and snow, lol...i will continually update my blog from there...and i'm thinking of adding a video (vlog) component...opinions....thoughts...ideas

Result of Nashville's Cold weather:

UPDATE: January 16, 2009....the weather this morning, according to the radio and my car, was 7 fucking degrees...expected to feel like -2...like seriously...what the hell is going on? Ok...now back to freezing my ass off.

Cmon and lay your body down….no really, I’m tired as hell…

So today was my second official day in lab and it has been one hell of a day…but before I get into that, let me just tell you about the night leading up to my second day. Mind you, my first day was heaven…could it be because I was only in the lab for like 2 hours before I left? (hmm…I’ll let you be the judge)…anyway, being the good grad student that I am, when my mentor Bridget (I just learned her name…been talking to her all damn day today and was scared she say what’s my name….) asked me what time I’d be in today, I told her 9:30am…now I know that was a lie the minute it left my lips…but I said, oh, what the hell…it might come true. So, I leave…going home at like 4pm (read: early)…pleased with my performance and shit…now, they gave me a couple of papers to read, but I just could not bring myself to read them…idk…call me lazy…because clearly I had ample enough time to read at least one…but I didn’t (sue me!)…anyway, so I’m just lounging around all night…I go and hang out with Jamille and her friend Zay (read: boyfriend/husband)….and then I make it home about 11pm…so I figure it’s time to get in bed and try and force myself to sleep for my early day…didn’t happen! I was all on yahoo…and facebook…and everything else…mind you, it is now 12:15am….so as I try once again to shut my computer down (damn you devil!) I get a phone call. Now...people rarely call me….let alone this late at night, so I figure, important right?....nope! it was my cousin harry…the morehouse man…bored as hell in his prison cell of a room…I have to talk Harry - the culprit

to family right? So we get on the phone and we are on it for a good damn minute…I mean 2 hours…43 minutes….and 57 seconds….a looooooongggg ass minute….and the thing is, we didn’t really say anything to one another…it was a stream of consciousness type convo…I still don’t remember what the hell we talked about…but anyway, by the time it’s over…it’s damn near 3am….and my alarm rings early in the morning….6:30am to be exact…but I can handle it right? Wrong!!! I woke up running around like a chicken with my head cut off…panicked b/c I didn’t want a bad report my second damn day on the job…so…with all that rushing…I’m still leaving my house at 9:20am...10 minutes to go…mind you, I live 15 minutes away, plus, I have to park and walk to the building….on the other side of where the parking garage is…damn!!!...strike one. So…I fly to Vandy…speeding the whole way…to arrive at my lab at 10:15am…45 minutes AFTER my expected time of arrival…so, I’m expecting the worse….i walk in apologizing…doing my dance and shuffle (cmon minstrel show!)…only to find out that Bridget had just arrived…”oh, don’t worry about it, I was late too”….damn…I did all that for nothing…and now I’m tired as hell sitting in this lab…praying for a nap…I mean, a serious one!!! And I’m so bored, I decided to do this blog while I was here…b/c all I’ve done today is be Bridget’s shadow….the worst part about rotations…geez…I can’t wait to go home and get in my bed…crazy thing…Bridget is feeling the same way….i think I’m gonna like her….lol