June

Gosh I haven't even posted in June...the beginning of the month was spent preparing for my trip to St. Maarten, then there was the trip, then I got back and had a bunch of work to catch up on...and now here I am.

Hi.

I love vacation, it is one of the main reasons that I work. I like the ability to go where I want when I want, see the world, see the people of the world, and lay on as many different beaches as possible.

Yeah that's right, I'm black and I love to tan. Not like year round, tanning bed craziness. More like I enjoy laying on the beach soaking up sun. And man o man did I soak up some sun in St. Maarten. The beaches are beautiful, the water is clear, the people are so nice, and the men there love me, alcohol is super cheap...its sublime. I wonder aloud all the time-why is it that I don't live on an island? Then I remember-the one main two lane road on the entire island, the peoples general lack of urgency, the ridiculous tourists, and my inability to appreciate a "slow paced" life.

All in all the trip was great, my co-travelers were fantastic, we ate, we drank, we partied, we rested, did a little bit of everything-it was a very well balanced trip. We decided (and asked) that the employees of the resorts must at least occassionally score with some of the tourist women. Because lord knows they spit game HARD, I felt like I should tip them for the compliments alone. They wouldn't respond to my query about how often they score with the drunken women at the resort I imagine it couldn't be that hard...fulfilling the mandingo fantasy of some drunken suburban housewife-like shooting fish in a barrel.

After the islands I went to NY to visit JAC for a bit. I cannot recall every seeing so many sexy men in the same city in the same weekend. It was big backs as far as mine eye could see. I don't know how I would handle myself if I lived there...I felt like I was on a farm where they grew tall, thick, big backs-aka my dreamland. Granted whether they possessed the other attributes important to me is a mystery, but my my were they easy on my eyes.

I also went out in NY. First to a rooftop bar-230 Fifth- and then to 40/40. Both were very nice, I had a good time. Not all that much different from going out in LA-except the line to get into the bar was much longer, and 40/40 has no cover charge all night...therefore almost all black ppl in NY were at the club during the exact moment that I was there. I was completely surrounded by ppl, the dude behind me was dancing with me, i was just standing in my spot trying not to get knocked over. I lasted all of 5 minutes and then it was a wrap. I can't be that surrounded, its too hot and all I can think about is how I will be trampled in the event of a fire.

Now I'm home. Back to my bed, my car, my dog...not all bad, but it was nice not working, not having mail (I loathe post office mail-email me or leave me alone), and just being elsewhere.

To you: I literally ache for you. I can only imagine what you are feeling/going through. It blows and you, of all people, don't deserve it. You are in my prayers. I want to believe that someone somewhere can be/is successful at this endeavor, that belief is becoming harder and harder keep up. But you're better then me in that regard (and many others) so I know that you will keep the faith for both of us.

Also, pure white hennessy is the truth!