::Open Mic and then Something Sexy::
So I did my thing at Open Mic night. I was all nerves up until I got to stage. I'm not sure if anyone could tell, but I had the heart thumping up in my throat. I started off with my piece called "Popularity". That kinda helped me get a little more comfortable, it also helped that I was like towards the end of the list and the crowd had dwindled to the die hard Open Mic peeps. I did my piece in memory of Rebecca, and I basically cried through the whole thing. I'm not sure if anyone understood me, tears were falling as the words departed my lips. I was in the middle of a spotlight baring my regrets and anger. This was actually the first time I cried since I found out about her death. It finally hit me all at once. The loss, resentment, and REGRETS. I have so many regrets, and it all finally sank in after about a year. I really do miss her, and I know she would have made so many proud. I was able to get through the piece even though I wanted to sob to the point where I'd just be heaving and hysterical. Then I got off the stage and Brenna, who totally rocks herself, helped to comfort me. So yeah, in response to the "friends" that Brenna says I made, yeah I made some connections. Amber the dancing queen came over and gave me a hug. Vince, who's hella cool, came over and said, "I'm really sorry. That sucks. If I had a rose, I'd give it to you. A red rose." So because he was so sweet and nice I got a hug from him too. Sean, the Hot Monkey Love Cafe sound guy came over to Brenna and me when he had some free time and congratulated Brenna on her performance, then he told me that he enjoyed both of my poems. He's just so supportive! I really don't know how well my performance went, but I'll admit that I do finally feel closure. I feel a huge relief and I've gained some more perspective. All in all, it was more than worth it.
So let's move on w/the night shall we? OK, check it out, It was Brenna, her brother Noah, and Me. After Open Mic we decided to hit up Dennys in the hood. We were all starving and we were trying to enjoy our meals, act stupid, have some laughs, you know the drill. There was this couple that came in, a middle aged Asian woman and a totally silver topped white guy, kinda looked like Mr Magoo. They were pretty darned loud. They were trying to figure out what to order and we heard something extremely FUCKING WEIRD. So here's a run down on the low down:
Her: I think I'm just going to have a salad.
Him: I'm in the mood for grits. You know a sexy lady should have sexy grits.
And then they kept talking, and there was more innuendo thrown around. Something about "teaching lessons" and GOD knows what else. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out if she was picked up at the Trophy Lounge or if she was a male escort, or what. It was not kosher, and that's for damn sure. Well that's about it for today kiddos. Peace and please...no sexy grits.
Randomb Blurb: I still don't get how grits are a sexy kind of food...
posted by Rochelle @ 7:48:00 PM
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