Perpetual Motion and Horse Burgers

When I tell you that my weekend was chock full, I am not exaggerating one iota! Said weekend started a bit early, as I set out from work around 2:15 to catch a bus up to NY that departed @ 3pm. The trip to NY was because I have a friend from college that was in a play which was closing, and I wanted to show support. So, with my calculations, the bus ride was scheduled to drop me on west 33rd & 7th @ 7:15, and the show was supposed to start at 8pm, meaning, that even if the bus was off by ½ an hour, I’d still have time to walk the .8 miles indicated on RandMcnally.com to 100 7th avenue (between Grove & Bleecker) in the village.

Yeah, right. So, what really happened was the bus driver took some round about-ass way to get to NY Avenue in DC, we hit traffic on 295 while trying to hit 95 and again on it, and he took a break. Meaning, we didn’t get to NY until just before 9pm. The only cool thing about that is I met a very intelligent young lady named Bofwa (I pray I spelled that right), whom I had the pleasure of discussing everything from Skip Gates to black America to Hip Hop.

So, as soon as the bus door opens, I head south to my destination, thinking that like DC blocks, I’d be able to get from 385 7th avenue to 100 7th avenue in a few blocks. Wrong! I walked about 30+ blocks before I got to the theatre house— my calves were burning and I was sweating.

My homegirl did not disappoint in her two woman play, and it I tried not to trip off of missing the first half, as I arrived just before intermission. I ran into another Howard Alum, one G. Alvarez Reid, with whom I chopped it up during intermission and after the show. Cool cat. So don’t remember ever knowing he’s a product of DC. Anyway, wind up hitting a spot next door afterwards (two doors down, really) called The Mixx, as they were serving half priced drinks for patrons and performers of the theatre.

I couldn’t drink because I hadn’t eaten a meal since breakfast, and it was close to 11pm by then (I don’t eat much while on long trips—because I have a fast metabolism—TMNI? Maybe.). A salad would’ve worked, but all they had was stuff I couldn’t or was to ‘noid to eat. So, we’re there for a couple few hours while everybody else gets tipsy and eats. I, pass the time by watching the Asian waitress with the plaid skirt and high leather boots, and watching everybody else enjoying themselves.

Some drunken white guy comes up and does a Michael Jackson impression for my friend that was lame and comical all in the same breath. He yells things I can’t understand, save for the obscenities, and daps me up…I smile like I know what he’s talking about. Eventually, we depart for Brooklyn (my friend and her two friends who were hella cool, but who’s names escape me because I was tired and hungry outta my mind by then). I have a convo about comic books with the dude, while she has a conversation with his fiancé, both who look early twenties, but are late 30’s and early 40’s respectively.

We arrive in the knick of time, as my home girl really needed to, well, go…and we settle in talking about this and that over peppermint tea. I fall out after a shower around 4, only to wake up @ 6:40 so I can leave just after 7 to catch my 8:30 bus. I make it back to DC just after one, my neck of the woods by two, hit up Target for drinks that I need to pick up for an annual BBQ that my peoples put together. Head home, create a couple of mix CD’s that never get handed out, make a playlist that never gets listened to, and hop in the shower. Get dress, head to NW, and stop past my Goddaughters birthday party up at HU to wish her well and pass on some words of wisdom. Eat for the first time (save some chips and a spring roll I neglected to mention at The Mixx), chicken, fruit—kind words, I love you, boom—I’m out to the BBQ. Do the BBQ, which leads to the title of this particular entry.

My boy Bru, messing with some riders on horse back, decided to crack wise and say, “I got a new plan, how ‘bout we knock the riders of the horses, and cook the horses”. Upon hearing this, the riders slowed down in disbelief, and started trotting cautiously. To which, my boy Dio, who by then had had way too much to drink I think, started yelling, “Run! We comin’ for ya! Obama!” At this point, they quickened their pace and pretty much ran, which made the whole thing hilarious. Like we were actually going to eat the horses or something. Hilarious. Trying not to laugh as I write this. Oh, Taboo was hilarious too.

So, once the rain threatened to wash out our event, we quickly broke down camp and rolled out. I didn’t have it in me to hit the club up, but I did make it to brunch the next day to meet up with some of my folks at Crème. Ran into my cousin and her homegirls who were also there, chopped it up with both parties then headed out to Glendale Splash park for my nieces joint birthday party. Sunday evening was a long overdue “burying of the hatchet” and reconciliation with a friend of mine.

Needless to say, Monday was recuperation and rest, although I did run to Comcast for a new box (cables been out since Wednesday), caught up with my dad, and saw Transformers II. So, what did you do this weekend?