Spain vs. El Salvador

I went to a pro soccer match  w/ my friends.  One of these friends happens to be friends w/ a swarthy spaniard. I tailgated with a dozen or more SPANIARDS. I was in heaven to say the least. After the game we went dancing and i got make out with a tall dark and handsome man to spanish music. I moved my hips and he was a good dancer and he finally went in for the kiss. Lots of kisses. I said, "besame mucho" - i knew it had something to do with kissing. So he starting kissing me a lot. Today i looked it up and it said, "kiss me a lot."
:)
I hope he kisses me a lot more. besame mucho mas.

I dunno if we will see each other again. I gave him my number, but that doesn't mean anything in this town.

But the dancing, him kissing my lips and collar bone and his hands in my hair -

it made me believe for a second that maybe someone, someday will like me again as much as i like them. maybe there will be a boy who likes me and wants to kiss my collar bone and dance with me mucho.

Drunk in DC

This is what happens when a Morroccan man takes your cellphone and puts his number in it. I do not remember name of said man. I do remember he was Morrocan. That is all.

AND APPARENTLY WE TALKED about my love for Tagines?

Drunk in DC. Nothing like it.

sleepwalking

i went to a house party last night. i met a HOT jewish montreal man. when he was speaking french to a french girl on the porch and smoking his cigarette, i knew i liked him. he's a PhD student. we ended the night dancing to Stevie Wonder and the Isley Brothers. He is moving back to Montreal in August, so I guess that's it. but it was fun.

Connect the Dots.

Last night i went to a 90s cover band with my friends and had lots of fun. We danced to santaria and hootie and the blowfish - "i only wanna be with you". I texted the guys who asked for my number last weekend and neither of them came. One was "in Baltimore" (i don't know if that was true) and one JUST NEVER ANSWERED.

It's weird when guys ask for your number, text you saying they want to see you and then never respond to any of your texts. But I think it's just because they were bored when they initially asked you for the number and weren't actually into you. Maybe they thought they were when they were alone at a bar. Mostly though I just think that's inconsiderate dick-like behavior. But who am I to judge.

We then went to the corner bar at 1:30 am where all the black men thought i was hot and all the white men were way too young, too handsy and i had to call them out and remove them from my general dancing circle. Race had nothing to do with this, it was just the weird unexplainable thread of the night.

It was beautiful to be out with a group of girlfriends. i really liked that. There is something about drinking beers and dancing to good music with women; and you don't care if men are there or looking at you.

After the last bar i walked to my apartment with my roomie and was hungry and wanted 2:45 in the morning food. She did too. So i went to the pizza shop around the corner and got in line. While in line i see THE WHITE WHALE in the corner of my eye with his fellow photo journalist friend chatting. "FUCKKKKKK," was my first thought. The next thought was, "REALLY?  ... ... ... really...?!" Then the third thought was, "pretend he isn't here."

But of course he was an adult and mature and came over on his way out to say hello to me. Which included a European kiss on both cheeks - I'm attributing that to his suspected drunkeness. He introduced me to his friend. I was graceful and appropriate (yet again) and felt ok about that. Although I've forgiven him, I'm not ready to see him on a 3 times a month basis. I don't want to think about him anymore. It's like when you're happy that your ex is married but you don't need to look at the Facebook album of his wedding day. It's like that. We never ran into each other this much before we dated, why is it more now???

This leads me to question what the Universe is trying to tell me. Am I not getting over this fast enough? Am I being tested by the Universe to prove that I'm "really" over him? Or maybe it's not cosmic at all. Maybe it's not telling me anything. Maybe it's just the truth and that is what happens when you live 10 blocks away from a guy you used to date and abruptly crushed your hopes of a new romance in half and then threw it like dust into the garbage.

Maybe the Universe is just telling me "you gotta keep on trucking, protect your beautiful sass, and cut the assholes off the team."

I don't know what the lesson is and i most likely will not see it until next year. Things that happen in your life are like a "connect-the-dots" picture. You don't see how it all makes sense until you are done and realize that point 1-2 is the arm and 5-10 is the nose and well duh, of course it was a horse!!!! Really though I hope i don't see him anymore it sucks.

Baltimore

I am going to Baltimore this weekend to see two of my dear girlfriends. I'm confident they will get me over this hump! I'm already doing pretty good, but I know a little booze, dancing, junk food, truth speak, and slumber party time will work wonders for my soul!

Painting the town

The city should be covered in a blaring red paint EVERYWHERE cuz this weekend no corner of this fair city was spared from my debauchery.

Friday night:
Nat Geo Photo party launch. I wore my go-to hawt outfit. i saw photogs. it was rather grand. i then when to a halloween party w/ my neighborhood gypsy jazz playing friend.

Sat:

Farmer's market blew my wallet, but it was a wonderful way to spend the morning.

 At 11:00pm i got my ass off the couch and went to a party w/ flip cup, but quickly got out of that situation and went to a 60s soul/motown dance party at a Mexican resto in my hood. The enchiladas were to die for.

I then went to a corner bar at 2am wearing a panda headpiece concealing my identity until i wanted more beer.

Sun:
I woke up determined to go to mass. I haven't been in 5 months and it's the Catholic spiritualism part of me that keeps calling me back. I decided to attend mass at one of the oldest (if not the first, it may be) African-American founded Catholic churches in America. The parish was soooooo welcoming. Everyone was so nice. and get this: People actually sang AND clapped their hands in praise.
At most Catholic masses I've been to, getting people to participate musically is like pulling teeth.  No one seems joyful to be there, but more like a chore.

***SIDE RANT: No one makes you go to church, so I've never understood this idea of going to church if you don't want to be there or if you do not like the church you are going to. I feel like there are so many ways to worship in whatever you believe in - yes i'm including atheism - so you shouldn't waste your time doing things you don't want to do regarding spiritually, religion.***

I SO ENJOYED going to this parish!!! Everyone was happy, joyful, singing and clapping their hands. All the music was in Gospel Chorus style so it sounded amazing!!! Also, I really liked the sermon. I definitely want to return for mass there in the future. I believe that is how mass should be.

I then had a white whale encounter. Which will be detailed in the next blog post.

And then I went to James Blake and it was amazing!!!! Talk about music. Music is definitely a HUGE part of my personal religion. There is some sort of high-power/other worldly quality when you listen to really good music and see really good art.

Dance.

Some days all you can control is the ability to dance to good music. And if that's too much energy just sway.

Pour yourself some scotch and sway.

and yes i agree the MGMT music video for this song is really whack but whatever.

last night's dream

i dreamt i was dancing on a wedding-guest-like dance floor with Louie CK to "Video Killed the Radio Star."  I know all the reasons i had this dream but it is too personal and embarrassing for this blog. But it's weird how dreams tell you things you need to know. Or things you were trying not to know or listen to - until you are forced to embody them while sleeping with no way to avoid.

Even your subconscious wants to help you.

Labor Day weekend in DC

One of my BEST friends Jessica came to visit me in DC for the long weekend. We did SO much in the short time she was here!! Holy Moly.

A quick run down:
Friday: I brought Jes to Ping Pong Dim Sum. My favorite Dim Dum place in D.C. thus far. I'm sure there is a more authentic, cheaper place, but this place never fails to delight my senses. With the flavors, textures and beautiful presentation it's always a delectable time.

After Dim Sum we walked around, looking at the monuments at night.

Then, we headed over to my corner bar.  The bar manager who has seen me there before bought me and Jes TWO rounds then asked me on a date. He seems to be a playa, and when i quipped this to him he said, "i truly do find you absolutely stunning." - oh my. ALSO - mind you this is the same bar i have gotten two dates at previously after going there in yoga clothes, no makeup. I'm CONVINCED this bar like releases pheromones in my body or something. CRAY-CRAY.

Saturday: We woke up, got breakfast at a cute french bakery next to Eastern Market, then went to Eastern Market.  I bought a pack of organic lavender products a lady made and was selling and Jes got a stellar jade ring that matched her sea-foam green nail polish. Then we went to the American History museum - saw Julia Child's kitchen, the ORIGINAL star spangled banner (like the one the song was written about, AKA the one Francis Scott Key saw as he watched the battle), and Dorothy's red slippers.We then went to the Natural History Museum and after traipsing around we saw the Hope diamond and an IMAX film in which they played this song:

The film was "Ultimate Wave" with Kelly Slater surfing the ultimate wave in Tahiti.
Later that night we went to Alexandria for Eamonn's Chippery and PX Lounge Cocktail drinks. PX Lounge feels like an old Speakeasy. Kinda like being in "Midnight in Paris."

 Sunday: We had brunch, walked ALL over Georgetown, went to Madam's Organ, danced to an amazing Blues band (Stacey Brooks) and sang some Karaoke.

Monday: We went to the National Portrait gallery and then went to Teaism for really good zen food.

IT WAS A HELLUVAH WEEKEND. Love you, Jes!

My Makeout Saturday

I madeout with the Hot Canadian Man Whore (HCMW). It was wrong of me but i couldn't help myself. Like a monkey in a cage with bananas.

This was after I had attended a rooftop pool party.

My Date Friday

My Friday Date consisted of amazing imbibing at PX Lounge.







Crispy, succulent Fish'n'Chip fare at Eamonn's Chippery!

This was our Cab ride into DC from Alexandria

And finally we ended the night dancing to WHITE FORD BRONCO at Town Tavern. Awesome 90s cover band!!!  Can you say mash-up of "All for you" and "Run-around"?!

We also danced and made-out sporadically to:
I touch myself
Let's give them something to talk about
Genie in a bottle
Get what you give

It was rather marvelous.