Haadeeerrz!

Now, I know my title makes it seem like I'm being hated on…I'm not. Last Night's extravaganza gave me my inspiration. My summer vacation has begun, and I am starting it right. I've been Job hunting, Room Cleaning, and Club hopping; the most fun being the clubbing. Last night, I went to this siddity place called Ivy's next to Aventura mall and really enjoyed myself. I realized that very night that people are funny and I don't care. I meant funny in a fake way and I don't care in a…well exactly how I mean it. I try to learn something about myself to improve upon each day I do it. For the past twelve years, I have tried to be quieter…Still no progress there, but its coming.

Anyway, I decided it would be nice to act stush for a few hours with my homies. I make the all too familiar drive to North Miami, pick up my friends and arrive at this small nook right behind Publix. We sit, eat, and have great, engaging conversation. I only ordered a drink; I ate before I came, and I'm broke, cheap, and this restaurant was made for the young adult ballerz…not struggling college student who can't spend her money properly. At the restaurant, I found that my new favorite drink is an Ocean martini, made up of Malibu Rum, Sprite, and something else, but I forgot.

Then, the fun begins.

I'm sure you are all thinking that I got drunk and acted a damn fool like I did at my birthday party…wrong! I definitely was sober, more sober than some of the men that were there with us. I was, in fact, the only female. So I was, in fact, getting a lot of attention from the majority of them…especially the drunk ones. Some were friendlier drunks than others. Due to my recent medical ailment, I cannot have as much fun with them as I would have on a normal day at the club. I honestly came there to just chill and act siddity with the rest of the community. Stuntin' like my daddy if you will. I didn't mind an occasional dance, (especially hot fuck and dutty wine) and one guy didn't mind to keep coming to me. Once the all too popular reggae genre is played he always sought me out. At one point he decided to demonstrate the 'slow dancing with your boo' movements at a reggae club…then I hear his frat brother say something a bit interesting. (I don't name names, it's not nice.)

"Look at whatshisface and Monique!"

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why people are funny in a fake way. I usually expect that kind of behavior from a female, not a male. Now, I know I'm a big girl, which is why I realized to brush that shit off my shoulder. People who make hurtful comments against my size after trying to be my friend…and still trying to be my friend after saying things like that really have no respect from me. I'm not hurt by his comment. In fact, Monique is a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, who makes money off her confidence. Hell, call me Monique all day! But I am no fool, I know what he meant, and the fact that he's drunk doesn't ever excuse him….he doesn't know me and I don't know him, nor care to know him. After that first time, he kept repeating the funny joke to everyone around him that he knew. I don't know if he knew it, but I heard it every time…the consequences of being plastered. Many of you may think that I was horribly bothered and all that. But the incident really taught me my lesson for that day.

I don't give three fucks what he calls me, because no matter what it is, I'll be better than him in life…ALWAYS.

I know those are some strong words coming from me, but what else do you say when you have haaadeerz?! I know that I have a hater quota to fulfill, and I will fulfill it to the max dammit! The statement may not even come true; he may become my future boss. But if I don't believe it, who will? And if I don't live my life like that, then there is no success in my future regardless if I'm a size two or twelve. Although I have life lessons about myself that I try to improve upon, I'm still myself; that can't change.

*side note*

Soo, I understand that this whole dutty wine craze is real great and all, but seriously, can't a girl get a break? I honestly did not feel like wining dutty that night. To top off my initial embarrassment to the large amount of attention I was receiving, People were touching my not so touched up braids that were strategically pulled back to give off the look that they were fresh, when they were indeed spoiled, and needed to come out A.S.A.P! So I know the large amount of men who were shaking my hair and trying to get it out of its hair tie were disappointed to find that Nefertiti's hair was really made out of the stuff that brillo pads are made of. At least, that's what it feels like right now. The song comes on, and the men go crazy for me; every girl's fantasy, right? Wrong. They make a huge circle for me to go crazy in, and on any other healthy day I would jump at the chance; just not that day. The men behind me go for my ponytail, and I was mortified.

Let me explain

My hair is always kept in my head way past its expiration date. I'm lazy and I don't do things on time, so I tend to squeeze all life out of hairstyles till they look unbearable no matter what I do to it. My hair (with a strategically placed headband) can look good for now, just won't feel good. So one can imagine my mortification when someone attempts to shake my dreading hair and sees that these braids have long interlocked themselves and have formed three beautiful 'doo doo dreads' at the ends. No one can really tell, because like I said, I can create the look that they are fresh, as long as no one touches it. All in all I do the dance for a few seconds, and back out cuz it started to aggravate my ailment. I know men; they have a hard time paying attention to detail, so they just probably think it's supposed to be like that or something…or not. Now that this blog is written, I know I will have to take these suckers out tonight!

All in all, I had fun. I truly do enjoy the 21+ lounges, cuz it's not as crazy and crunk as the clubs I've been frequenting lately. I know I'll be back there again, and I'll really dance once this ailment is healed. Then I'll end up ruining the whole stushy vibe cuz I dutty wined my new and Improved weave off…lol.