Incidents in the life of.....

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

I've been meaning to do this

I am enjoying Atlanta. I have made up my mind that Ruth Simmons is a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated. There is no way she would have pledged DST and accepted honorary membership into AKA. Roz brought back thin crust pizza. YUCK but I got over it. Ranada took us to this club called Havana. The music was good; the crowd was thick. I prolly would have enjoyed it hadn't I been so sleepy. The only bad thing was that I surrounded by mini-mes. MJG was there. 8-ball was too supposedly, but I didn't see him.
Yesterday we went to this place called This Is It, which serves Soul Food. It was so good. We talked about the food for about 15 minutes. We prolly wouldn't have stopped if the prophet didn't come tell Roz to use her singing talent, which none of us has been frortunate to experience, for the Lord. Then we went to see Jameka's brother, who is superfine. He is so fine. And cute. Then we went to the Underground and got the cutest hats. Keysha's is the cutest. They are all cute though, just in different ways. Then we went to Jameka's brothers house. It is so nice. There is no way you would believe a guy decorated it. All of the decor was like a cream color. It was so nice. He had real plants and just exotic pics everywhere. It was just nice. The apts here are so much better than the ones in Jxn. Then we went to visit some friends from school. It was ok I guess. It was like being at Jameka's without the drama and ghettoisms.
This morning Roz cooked breakfast. (Yesterday I burned the pancakes!) It took them so long to get dressed. I know Keysha was getting mad bc I was and I have more patience than she does. It was taking them a long time. Now we are still waiting. Keysh ironed my pants and the iron got stuck. She thinks I don't know. There isn't an iron print (so they are still wearable) but I see where the iron got stuck. I don't know what we are going to do today. Tonight we are going to a poetry night. Those are always good. It seems like all of the good stuff will happen when we leave. Oh well. Birmingham should be nice. Jameka's brother is trying to find us another room. I hope so. I really hope so. We should have fun though.

Posted by Nik :: 3/10/2004 :: 0 Comments: