Incidents in the life of.....

Thursday, March 11, 2004

So much to do

There is always something going on here. Today we went to Olive Garden. As we pulled in, I was thinking Why are we going here? I can eat this in Jackson. It was really good though. The conversation wasn't dry. It just didn't consist of much. I guess bc everyone was so hungry, then we were so full. I really wanted some prelines and cream, but I didn't have anywhere to put it. Olive Garden was good. We went to the mall too. Keysha tried to hook Roz up with this dude. He was the worst. It was so funny. Roz had a lot of comments today too. It was cool though. I deserved it. I have been riding her all week. My dad called when we were in the mall. He pissed me off. I think he was trying to make things better because he pissed me off last night. It did not help though. There are so many nice looking dudes in Atlanta. They are just all under 5ft5.
We went to the Apache Cafe. It was so nice. Everyone was drinking but me. I really wanted something, too.I enjoyed being there with my favorite Sorors (and Regine). Ranada my fav prophyte, Keysha my friend, Jameka my homegirl, and Roz my alter ego. They are the best. I have really enjoyed being here. I am so not ready to leave. It was a nice trip though. These young ladies are so unique and so special. The neosoul night was good too. Most of the entertainers ( i guess thats what u call 'em) did extremely well. It wasn't like "ooh, she can sing." It was more like, "damn, that girl can sang." This one chick sang "As We Lay" and as bad as hate to admit it, it really hit home. I have always listened to that song and enjoyed it, but now I really see where she is coming from. Yes, KH. TISS-TISS.
What I really enjoyed was examining the paintings on the wall and listening to what everyone else thought. It was abstract and you could basically take what you wanted to from it. There was one where I saw womanism (not feminism), Roz saw fertility, Keysh saw ovaries, and Ranada saw an hour glass. I can't remember what Jameka saw. Anyway, all of it had to do with the woman. The hour glass could be a stretch but maybe that was a woman's shape. Just throwing that out there. I think it's cool how all of us saw different things, but all interrelated. That's amazing. Then there was another one that Keysha and Ranada saw sex, but I saw romance. I saw candles and a rose. There was another one that was just blatantly a tear drop falling from an eye. I saw pain, Roz saw sorrow. Not much difference, but difference.
There was one picture that I was just fascinated with. I wish I could hang it in my house. I kept finding myself staring at it. I saw a man and woman. Everyone else saw stuff like blood, fire, and a volcanoe. Initially, I just saw a man and a woman. Everytime I looked at it, I saw something else. It was always a man and woman, but each time, a little more detail. Eventually, the final picture was a man and woman kissing, her arms out to him in surrender. There was a line going directly between their lips. At the top of the painting it was just a swiggly line, but if you followed it down, it went directly between their lips. A line of separation. Then I saw the blood. It was a big splash of blood on his face. There was blood was behind her. There were two red swiggly lines behind her. When I first noticed them, I thought cry me a river but the lines were red. Why red? Red can symbolize a lot of things, but all I got out of that was pain. I really wish I could hang that painting in my house. If I took Roz as seriously as I should, I would tell her and see what she thought, but everytime she talks about psychology I laugh. I believe she knows what she is talking about; it's just funny coming from Roz. I pretty much know why I saw what I saw though.
I have enjoyed Atlanta. I saw a few homeless people, but none of them scared me. Homeless people are my biggest fear. It wasn't bad though.

Posted by Nik :: 3/11/2004 :: 0 Comments: