5 posts tagged “carinda”
August 2006
Life is good.
Now back from South Beach. Will upload, picspam and update. I just have a couple of things to do tonight and then Mom's Day tomorrow, of course. But one thing I wanted to say:
I came home and unpacked, about to start a round of laundry, things like that. Spent a couple of days with a really good friend and basically recharged our relationship. Other friends kept me in the loop of something that seems really fun for tonight. Then randomly an old friend just called up about an impromptu gathering. So things, all in all, are pretty good. It's all relative, eh? I tend to fuss over things that I don't have. But what I do have, it's good. Very good. And I'm glad.
Y'all make me smile. Oh, yes you do.
And thank you Lee and Denise for "sitting shiva" with me. Heh. Now let's get Winehousey Drunk, y'alls!! (And yes, when I landed at LaGuardia, the first thing I said outloud was "Back to Black. Black to Black".)
BWAHAHA. This was taken 8am Saturday Morning in Miami. We were back in NYC by 1pm. That's how you do it, folks. Take notes.
So I've uploaded photos, starting to caption and such. Have many pictures to share and stories to expose. You know how I do.
I need help, though. My neck is burning and such. No, seriously. On the last night my neck broke out in a rash. I recall Carinda started to get afflicted with something at the same time. Something must have disagreed or bit us or something. Itchy as all hell. It was fine until today when Mom gave me some cortizone. Now it's all super hurty and such. I've stopped the cortizone but can't put anything else on it to cool it off. I'm all ouched. Not fun. Can someone help me? Yes, I'm asking the internets about a rashy thing. Sexy as hell, yah?
Anyway, I have stories and such. I know you're all excited and whatnot. I know you're all excited and whatnot. You're excited and whatnot, right?
As a rule and a warning, very rarely do ordinary things happen to either Carinda or me - especially when we're together. Witness this...
On the way to a birthday party at Jade Terrace, Carinda and I got out of the train at Times Square, but away from where the crowds are. While walking west on 41st Street, we passed one of those airport buses with colored lights flashing inside of it, music pumping and people obviously dancing like crazy in there.
Of course, I exclaimed, "Haaaaay..." intrigued by the surreal sight. Carinda was a few steps behind me playing with her phone and I walked closer. The door was open and through the tinted windows I saw folks beckoning us to come on in.
Well, I hopped my little self in there and both me and the folks inside shouted out a welcoming and triumphant "HAAAAYYYY!!!!!" arms raised and everything.
It seems that Carinda and I found ourselves in the midst of a bus full of birthday partying Mexicans, overloaded with coolers of Corona, Vodka, Tequila and plastic cups. Yes, they even had the choice Mexican soda "Squirt" in there as a mixer.
Cancun on Wheels, my friends. We shared a couple of drinks. Took a couple of pictures and then went on our way. Truly good times.
And yes, the bus *did* say "Party Bus" on the marquee. I need to make Party Bus my next birthday reality.
This was the beginning of Carinda's obsession with birthdays. Well, not just "birthdays". HERS. Thirty years later (and yes I just blew up your age!) nothing has changed. Happy Birthday, Weirdo.
After this weekend we'll start the countdown to mine's, mmkay's?
The Remix
This is Carinda... Thirty Years Ago.
Carinda is batshit crazy... Batshit Crazy for Birthdays.
Not just any birthday... Just her own. She's batshit crazy over her own birthdays.
So today is hers. Yes, today is her birthday. Today. Yes, it's today. Don't act like you don't know. You been knew about this. She been told you about this yo. Like starting at least two months ago. And then called you up at least twice a week wondering what to do on her birthday... in September. Don't act like you don't know, yo. She'll keeel yo ass. It's today. Her birthday. Yes, today.
So happy birthday, yo. And you know me, I can't hate on the batshit crazy... I can only enable it.
It's TODAY.
Show us some great sunglasses.
COMPLETELY STOLEN FROM CARINDA!!
So I've been calling Carinda off and on throughout the past couple of days with me alarmed about one thing or another. Me disturbed about what "such-n-such" said. Me thrown off by "so-and-so" trying to make moves on me randomly...
Shit's been crazy, Son!
Leading up to yesterday when I called her and detailed my day and how I was feeling uncomfortable with a particular friend who was making no bones (no pun intended) about getting me drunk and having his way with me which I wasn't down for. I still had to see him the next day and show him around. I did and then proceeded to leave my phone at work so I wasn't able to call her as I usually do.
I didn't call her. She was getting concerned. And then she saw I posted about emergency contraception. Needless to say, her alarms went off.
Scene: Top of the morning...*RING*
"Hello?"
"What happened? Are you alive?"
"What?"
"What happened with you and Dude? You didn't call me and I've been trying to reach you. You post about emergency contraception... what the fuck happened to you?!"
"WHAT?! Ohhh... heh heh. Naaaah. Nothing happened."
"WTF, Jo. What's wrong with you?"
"Naaah, gurl. It's all good. But why was he trying to palm me?"
"No, I'm not done fussing at-"
"And why is he all 'heh heh. I'm going to take advantage of you' and-"
"No. Why was I going to call Ziggy on you and-"
And that's why my life is one long episode of Three's Company but it's with me, Carinda and about 8 million other reisdents and visitors to this City.
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