you know, i never really knew what to expect with vanessa's show. i'd read the script beforehand, i'd seen parts of it, but i really had no idea what i was in store for. the girl can act. and sing! she is a natural. and i'm thinking she needs to put on more of these shows for more people. bravo hunn.
we went to a lounge called skinny's on lankershim near magnolia afterwards. when i went to vegas with mia and maritza they coined a term, "hands." that's what was sneaking up on me from everywhere it seemed on the dance floor. no thanks. and sometimes i'm seriously just not in the mood to have a dance partner. why would some dude just assume that i don't need room to dance. or what's up with dudes who just start dancing all close to you and shit. performing some awkward bouncing motion in the knees with raised arms waving on either side of you. like i'm caged in or something. jesus. okay it was kind of funny observing that happen right in front of me. the only thing i could do was laugh. but that seemed to encourage them to move closer. then i just had to walk off.
this afternoon i had lunch at chuck e. cheese for aj's third birthday. the pizza seems less greasy than it did when i was a kid. def better than any other fast food pizza i've had. chuck e. cheese wears a sports jersey and jeans these days. and they don't show up as robotic puppets on stage anymore, they're on flat screens that show the rat and his friends performing songs in music videos.
a little annoying: significant others of cousins who don't greet. as if they don't see you or something.
then it was a whole afternoon-to-night affair at co's with melissa, aj, mila, and maxine. these kids were going non-stop from 2pm to 10pm. non-stop. they're running around after each other in circles. someone crying every so often. something spilling. they're hanging off the rail of the treadmill. they're yelling. they're singing rihanna disturbia (bum bum be-dum) over and over and over again. making railroads all over the place. eating cake, cereal, pizza, chinese food, cake, juice, milk, cereal... they're running up and down the stairs. legos. and then a bath and then a movie and then more treadmill until finally a half hour of saying good-bye.
i constantly have to remind myself that i'm doing exactly what i'm supposed to be doing. this is the experience i need because i'm having it. right now.
i'm playing out jay-z these days. it's like my bible.
"they say you can't turn a bad girl good
but once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever
i'll mourn forever
shit i gotta live with the fact i did you wrong forever"
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