DC here we come!
I went shopping today. It has been so long. I only got a pair of Seven Capri’s, American Appearal tank, perfume, and two pair of shoes. Shopping is scary to me now. I used to love it and now it’ s a big ordeal. I am going to Washington DC in like two weeks and I haven’t bought my plane ticket yet. I dont want to spend the money, but I will. I can’t wait to go either. My boyfriend and my best friend are going as well. Along with my boyfriend’s best friend is flying down from the “D”. We are going to have a blast. I can’t wait to hit the streets of DC. This whole trip started out as the bomb weekend but its different now. We talked about inviting my man and she was even excited to meet his friend. That’s all she talked about for weeks. We are all in the same age group 25-35 and agrees that it was a grown and sexy trip. We were gonna hit up a couple of grown up spots and drink wine and be too cute.
That shit has changed. Before I go let me just say this is the first time in about six years that I have been in a serious relationship. Now this is her first time in a long time, being single. She has been going to the local trendy club here in Atlanta, the Compound and has been meeting hella dudes. That’s cool. The dudes she has have met have lived in DC. So it went from the four of us hanging out weekend to “let-me-visit-all-these-dudes-I-met weekend.” We are only going for a weekend and she wants to link up with the various men, her cousin, go to H&M, Georgetown Area, H2O, Club Love, and the Zanzibar. That is not lip gloss and it is not poppin. Oh yeah and hang out with my man and his friends too. Impossible? I think so.
I don’t mind taking one for the team. But if you told me off the rip, that these guys weren’t you’re type and unattractive why do you feel obligated to see them and drag me along. My boyfriend told me it was not fair to be boyfriendy and I’m not but I think that in this case she is crazy. He also told me that she is trying to find a man and dragging me along with her. She told me “don’t put all your eggs in one basket”, what’s that about? Anyway….
This whole Club Love thing didn’t start until last week. She was at the Compound and she met a guy that supposedly has the hook up. Here we go. The hookup? Club Love should be called Club Hell cause that’s how hot it is. It’s huge and when we went, Alpha weekend it was two million people inside. It felt like a slave ship. I don’t want some dude with his stank, liquor breath, grinding up on me. I don’t want to dance extra hard and I am not about to sweat my perm out either. Im getting my Rihanna on, forreal. Not that I am to cute or better than that, but it’s not my scene. I am over 25, hell she is to and ain’t we just a little too grown for that?
I’m nervous. I want everybody to be happy and have fun but I don’t know if all this stuff is going to work. I don’t want to leave her but this is some bullshit forreal! Maybe it’s not. She asked me if I want to be with him all day and I told her no cause it’s the truth but at the same token I am not trying to be with some random dude and his ugly friends either. To tell you the truth I just wanna shop, go out to a low key spot, have many glasses of wine (Reisling to be exact) and chill. Damn can I live!!!
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