Back to da' ATL

I was all set for two weeks of intense poker playing when I got a call to head down to Atlanta. Now spending my birthday driving in a car from the South to the North isn’t my ideal road trip for my birthday, but I figured Anita would talk my ear off the whole way and she tells interesting stories so why not. So I went online and booked my one-way airfare to Atlanta over the Memorial Day weekend. Sorry Atlantic City you will have to sit waiting for me until another week.

I suppose I’m not the best at travel and maybe that’s why I do so little of it. That is unless someone calls me the spur of the moment and wants me to leave on the spot without any planning. I’m a big fan of drop of the dime travel. Think Mexican-Kerouac.

So of course I get to the airport and I miss my flight. What is up with them wanting you there a hour before your flight? I was pissed and threw one of my Joaquin fits where I just stare at the person giving me their spill with disgust. They give me a later flight and I sit and watch my intended flight sit at the gate for another 30 minutes and now I’m very pissed.

Then out of thin air I was happy as hell to miss my flight. I am sitting there and this vision of life walks and sits in front of me. I thought for a quick second that I had died and went to heaven (if heaven is a waiting terminal at LaGuardia I’m all for it).

Then this lady next to her and opens her soda water and it spills all over the place. I quickly reach in my bag and pull out my handkerchief to help the damsel in distress who is sitting next to her. Of course I figure this will earn me cool points in general, but I know the technique here. The older lady says thank you and I ponder something. I’m sure when that lady was growing up that there would have been a hundred men pulling out their handkerchief wanting to help. Yet, we live in the world where a handkerchief is no longer carried by the men of the world and what a shame.

In any case, this vision of life moves seats for another lady but she is still in striking distance of my glance. I look up and she has this huge smile on her face. What can I say; I had a crush…bigger than the one I had on the girl from Bend it Like Beckham. Bronze skin, naturally curly hair, calves that any living individual on this earth would desire (male or female), pierced nose (I have always found this to be cute) and this raspy voice that was just all so sexy. We exchanged glances and I was in awe and handcuffed for a few seconds. I was fixated on her but not in a perverted sense…intrigued…yes, intrigued. It was if we had known one another for many of years in that split second. I think what we were having here was a MOMENT. Theme song for this moment is Strangers In The Night by Frankie Sinatra. Yet, my version is called, Strangers At The Airport (sorry that I butchered it Frankie).

Sure we all have moments you are saying. I agree. Chite, I have them everyday I sit on the train to and from work. Yet, I’m talking a real moment where there is energy more than just looks. Like a little buzz, not butterflies in your stomach, I’m talking about a buzz of electricity that flows from individual’s vision of one another. To be honest we both started laughing after a few seconds. I would like to think we both felt the buzz and thought, “damn crazy kids.”

This girl was like a hippy and I thought of her traveling the world without a care of it. O.K. she did seem a little nutty crunchy so she might care about the world, environment and stuff of that nature. With her backpack on I was sure she was just catching a connecting flight to Rome or Paris for the weekend and getting a late jump on it. That is the thing about MOMENTS…you can make the person to be what you want them to be. In my case, a nutty crunchy girl meets jet-setting hipster. My read told me there was this realness about her that can’t not be explained but only understood through visual site (sorry boys, no phone camera to nab a sneaky picture). You will just have to take my word on how beautiful and down to earth she was. So after a few crazy cute exchanges on the plane it was over.

In closing, I don’t tend to write crap like this because it’s funny lame in my view. This was one of those funny lame instances. Now I’m going back to my reality and my next post will be about my awesome time in Atlanta with Anita, how I found two new best friends in Neera and Sarah and how Anita spoiled me for my birthday.

Random Post

There is so much crap on my plate at this point in time. Seriously. I have a ton of traveling to do and with that comes some drinking. I have been cutting back on the booze as of late in hopes of getting my weight down. I’m no diva type person what so ever, but the truth be told, I was getting chubby. There is no need or room for that in my book. In any case, I started running and the pounds are starting to shed off the belly.

I was thinking of getting my hair cut off this coming week. I don’t know, I think it’s just that time for a new start and one way to do that is with a buzz-cut. What is the take on this…I don’t know, I just know that I need my hair to be cut and short….thus, the buzz cut. It’s cheap to keep up and it’s going to be hot in Vegas.

Oh, I’m going to Vegas this coming week. It’s like 7 days until I’m out. I’m excited!! I’m going to be playing the lower limits and then hit the bigger tables and try and make a run. I will probably even enter some of the smaller tournaments in hopes of building up to the next level.

In closing, things are going well and see you all soon out on the city.

Soul Mates In The City

How fake is that Tom “I’m Gay” Cruise? In an interview he states about Katie Holmes, she loves to do everything I do, she is smart, and she is my soul mate.

What the fook?

I was talking to Pauly (Katie’s number uno fan) about this. I was thinking of that stupid ass soul-mate thing. Who says such stupid-ass crap like that?

I was running in Central Park the other day and some girl ridding her bike looks over at her fooken girl biker friend and says, “He's so different, I think he could be the one.” I'm like, bit*h, you are ugly and ride a bike in the city around the park like if you are in the fooken Tour de France...another thing, don't you think you would have given up on saying that after the last three dudes that slept with you and left you.

O.K. crazy rant but girls are making this term so damn cheap when I do believe that there are times that people are made for one another. Yet, I really do wish I could get a dime for every time I have heard this remark...yes, I would be a very rich man.

Is NYC Dead?

John “The General” Lee and myself hit the city last night in hopes of a few drinks and just getting caught up. I find myself not chillin with John as much as before because I have been just spending most of my nights at home in my room reading, writing and playing poker. So we went out last night in hopes of having a good time.

Now it’s a Thursday night in the city and it’s rather warm out so we are thinking…wow…there has just got to be tons going on. WRONG! The city was dead. Remember when one use to be able to hit the city on any given night and the city would be going crazy. Not saying all the happening spots but just the local bars use to be packed. Well sorry to say that last night even the village was dead. I can’t explain this for the life of me. Yet, there were some highlights and I will post them here.

1. We found a happening bar on that plays throw back music all night…BVD, Cameo, Lisa-Lisa, Debbie Deb and all the other ARTISTS from that era. To my surprise John knew 99% of the songs…I was laughing because in many ways this game him more street creed in my book.

2. I have gone back to my Rum and Cokes…CUBA LIBRE is the way to drink. Serious, pace yourself one at a time.

3. Saw my second hot lesbian girl for the week. Although this one was single and hitting on a girl that didn’t want anything to do with her. The other was at SIP but she was there with a girl and just getting her groove on. It wasn’t a groove…it was more like a lip-lock combined with the forbidden dance.

4. Had some Ghetto Chinese Food…I haven’t had that stuff in some time. For those readers outside the city…Ghetto Chinese are these little hole in the wall Chinese Places in the NYC that are small, dingy and dirty places that serve Chinese Food…they all look alike in that they have pretty much the same menu…kind of a chain but not really.

5. Got to chill with The General. That dude is just funny. Besides knowing all the songs that the DJ was spinning…it’s good to be with a homie that can function in any environment.

In closing, the question remains…is the city dead?

Back to the ATL

Another visit to Anita in Atlanta and to Pauly’s old stomping ground. There is so much to write about but I suppose I will give you the highs of the visit and the lows.

1. Anita graduated…buy that girl a shot and make sure and purchase her a lap dance…I’m damn proud of Anita for this accomplishment and she did it at an institution she really found it hard to adjust to.

2. Got to hang with the Desi Crew…Indians are good people and I take note of how different our cultures are and how similar.

3. We try to mount a rally call to drink some beers…yet the running around from graduations to dinner to parties leaves us one option…one beer and split.

4. Take odd pictures of Emory to send to Pauly.

5. Anita makes me listen to Mariah’s new CD and Destiny’s Child way too much and it’s somewhat overload…lucky for me Big Sister Reena stepped in and gave me support on turning off the cheese.

6. Ate some good food and I take note that NYC needs to get rid of Chipolte and get more Willies into the mix.

7. Notice how green Atlanta is via the rotating restaurant at the top of some hotel…forget the name…so many trees with patches of buildings…this ain’t NYC.

8. MARTA is cool…but I still love my NYC Transit.

9. Strip clubs are like strip malls in Atlanta, just there on the side of the road…interesting.

10. Went to a wine party thrown by Anita’s friend, Neera…if you are single and need a hot girl who is smart let me know…I will try and work the hook-up for you.

In closing, it was good times had by all. There was a lot of eating going on and just a good weekend in general. I want to send shouts to Anita for completing degree and if you read this I’m very proud of you, UGLY!

Sending You Peace

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Sorry about the lack of posting in this blog. I will now take notes when I go out and post for this site more often. Once again, sorry about that...but I do leave you with a picture of me.