Teach Me How to… Teach… Teach… Teach Me How to Lose My Voice!!!

Ok guys I’m back, my voice, on the other hand has not completely returned yet. Those that check the site daily may have noticed that my postings have somewhat come to a halt . That was due partly to frustration from site visitors and partly from wanting to fully relax during my birthday weekend. Speaking about my birthday weekend I’m guessing some of you out there may care enough to want details… Ok so I’ll give you what you want. The weekend sort of went from good to bad, starting with Thursday.

Thursday… which as I stated was the best night, and maybe that was because that night had the biggest turnout of those that wanted to celebrate with me. We all went to the Brooklyn Bowl in Williamsburg. I was there once before for a friend’s birthday and I had a blast, so I decided to go there to begin my party weekend. Everyone pretty much arrived at the same time, but at first it seemed like there would not be any bowling for my party due to the lack of lanes available. Usually, I’m a low-key go-with-the-flow type , but tonight that would not be the case. I’m the type of person that wants everyone to have a great time, and I’m a man of my word. So, if I invite you out for bowling and a good time than GOSH DARN IT!!!! (trying not to swear) I’m going to do what I said!!! The facility has 16 lanes, and that night they originally claimed that they were all booked when I arrived. Someone rented eight of those lanes without a time limit, which I thought was ridiculous. To me it seems like they could have made more money if there was a time restraint for renting out half of their lanes, but then again it was categorized as a special event so I don’t know how much was paid. Fortunately, for them that was one of the few things I did not question the desk service about. They told me that all the lanes were booked and that there were at least 10 people in front of me. They also told me that I would be notified of an open lane via phone. I didn’t get discouraged although some members of my group did,  but I was not going to give up. I consistently and persistently approached the desk about my status regarding an open lane (something I learned from the customers while working at the tennis center), and in the mean-time I sipped my favorite alcohol beverage Hennessy, I’m guessing you probably realized that already from the picture above. PEOPLE DRINK RESPONSIBLY!!!! After about 10-15 minutes of waiting and molesting of the front desk, I got the phone call… We got our lane, and that’s when my alter-ego was released. I proceeded to yell, brag, and boast while shouting expletives of how I control the bowling alley and this is my facility (not in those same words), but all in good nature. I just would like to give a shout-out to Janie for being very nice and helpful. My group had the full capacity for a lane which is eight people. Two more of my friends arrived late so unfortunately they could not participate on my lane, but I allowed them to bowl in my place a few times. I even let some white guy (I don’t know his name) in the picture below to bowl for me. Speaking of lanes, a small dispute did emerge. One of the bodyguards for Quest Love who’s the usual Thursday night DJ and a big reason why I chose that night to go bowling, had decided that he needed to grab a velvet rope and separate the bowling lanes between my party and Quest Love’s MC’s lane. That did not sit well with me because obviously looking at the positioning he chose to line the rope it was clear I wasn’t the only one drinking at that time. And, when someone has been drinking Hennessy confrontations usually do not end well, but fortunately, it didn’t get out of hand, although, I did get very animated while expressing my disapproval of his placement of the rope. Alcohol is a hell of a substance, and I say that because I loudly voiced my displeasure in the face of a three hundred pound six-foot four-inch man. He walked away on the topic of measuring tape which I found to be comical. After a couple of minutes I calmed down with the help of a friend and the rope was removed. I received a birthday shout-out from the MC for all of my troubles, and that was cool. I was now ready to enjoy my night, so that’s what I did as you can see in the pictures below. We bowled two games and I came in third twice… what do you want from me I was intoxicated, and too busy dancing?! I definitely enjoyed myself and from the looks of it everyone else did also.

Friday… I went to my favorite Friday night spot Le Poisson Rouge, where the Freedom Party is held. I received a birthday discount at the door. MC Lytes former DJ, D-Nice just happened to be the DJ that night, and Ed Lover was the MC. My only complaint about this place is that they don’t have enough bartenders. So I came up with the bright idea to order two drinks at one time. I got a Corona, and a Long Island Ice Tea, can you say double-fisting!?! While hanging near the bar finishing my drink, I saw Phoenix Suns point guard Steve Nash, he was heading towards the bathroom, but he was cool enough to shake my hand. I told my friend(not a sports fan) that Steve Nash was here, but he had no idea who I was talking about. As Nash was leaving the bathroom, I tried to get him to take a picture with me, but he refused, and his date didn’t seemed too pleased as she quickly pulled him away. That was the beginning of the frustration that night. One particular lovely lady that I had eyes on was very willing to dance with me so we did, but her friends that were with her didn’t seem like they were too fond of this. On two occasions they interrupted us in mid-flow. Now, I know women are very competitive with each other and that it can turn into jealousy, but I felt this was childish. The first time as we were dancing which was for about a song and a half, her friend whom was about 6’1″ or 6’2″ in her heels tapped me to step aside so she could give a friend their drink (not the girl who I’m dancing with a drink, but to the girl who was next to her). HELLO WE’RE TRYING TO DANCE HERE…. That interruption threw off the rhythm of our grind so I stopped, and while standing there looking hesitant as if I was trying jump double dutch, I decided to walk away. After exploring the dance floor, I looked near and far, but could not find anything appealing. Later on in the night, I came back to the girl I was dancing with earlier, ready for round two. She was sitting down, but they were playing a song from one of my favorite rhythm and blues artist Mary J. Blige, so I took her by the hand from where she was sitting and we started to dance again. The next thing I know this little troll of a friend of hers grabs the girl’s arm to pull her away from me, and over to tell her something. She proceeded to dance over in that area, but I was done chasing. The real crazy part of this situation was that the little troll friend was already dancing with some guy (what the hell) ??? That was when I realized I couldn’t win, it was a TKO, and time to go!!! On my way out I was distracted by a tall woman with dreads. We danced and she gave me her number, but she was moving to Washington D.C. in two weeks (shaking my head). That was it for the night!!!

Saturday… Now, I was thinking in my head that Sutra was going to be great. I just knew it, I go here just about every Saturday I get the chance. The same friend that accompanied me to the Freedom Party on Friday also went. Yeah, he’s a real trooper. We chilled the whole weekend, I have to respect him for that. The DJ at Sutra Rob Flow, is great. The women are usually very cool, and friendly. They come from all over the world. It’s my birthday and I was going to have a blast… PSYCHE!!!!! I never thought I would say this, but if 29 is going to begin this bad… wake me when I’m 30. JESUS CHRIST!!! (Sorry Lord)… It was horrible in there this past Saturday. It was so bad I tried to stop a co-worker from coming in with her husband, but she was trying to be a good friend by paying the fee anyway and entering. They left after 10 minutes, and I can’t blame them. The women were all sitting down and not dancing. A few girls forgot their deodorant it seemed, and they decided to dance by the air conditioning so everyone could get a whiff (shaking my head). Last, but not least, one girl got completely (chocolate) wasted and had a bucket filling contest all by herself (buckets provided by Sutra). It was just terrible, the DJ did what he could to salvage the night only to trick me enough for another attractive woman to shoot me down. And, here are the details of how it happened: I had my favorite beverage in hand while Rob Flow was re-energizing the crowd, so while I was on the dance floor I saw this pretty girl walk to the back of the dance floor and immediately my eyes locked on to her. I got the DJ to put my current favorite song on ‘Otis’ by Jay-Z and Kanye West. After dancing to that, I walked to the back of the dance floor to find her, and lucky for me or at least I thought, she had just shed and shrugged off some fat guy. As I approached her I walked upon her left side so she could see me, then, as the reggae song started she began to gyrate. I got close and it was on!!! After the song ended she walked away, but I approached her again we danced even harder this time waists locked in synch for at least five songs straight. I thought she was enjoying my company enough to exchange contact information. When she walked off to the bathroom I spoke with a male friend of her’s and expressed my infatuation for her, and he encouraged me to go for it, but when she came back she acted as if none of the dancing ever happened as she smiled and backed away. Now, becoming even more confused of how women think I decided it was time to leave and go to our final destination Pacha… Lets just say I will not be going back there to Pacha again!!!