RoD has been down most of the day. Apparently it came up for a bit tonight while I was out and then went back down the firehouse pole. Ugh. Seriously. Res, this is your hag speaking: fix the FUCKING blog!
It's is 2:31 AM and I just got home. AG has a few thoughts about her evening out:
The ghettos of North Philadelphia are scary, but not as bad as Harlem. Hence, AG's friends all being, "Damn. You drove here by yourself and stood outside without one single complaint." Um, yay. AG is a single, successful girl who knows no fear! After being stalked by two men (We all know, ass wipe!) this year, schlepping it uptown during my days at CUMC, being mugged at gunpoint 10 years ago, AG papa's office being in Newark during the late 70s, having being told what I was told by an M.D. recently -- there is little room for fear or loathing anymore.
Salsa dancing is more fun than you know. Especially after a few sangrias and your friends getting the live band to call you to the dance floor with, "AG Loren?! I have a finger but I need your ass on the dance floor to make it happen." Then the band boys let me play the trumpet too. Largely because AG was the cute white girl with the cute outfit who could blow like it was nobody's business. The chicas were so jealous and AG got numbers. Sadly, AG is a Jewish girl who doesn't leave tribe. Wah. Wah.
Good times! Tomorrow is tubing, a blues festival, movies and dinner.
Did I mention I miss the cute boy in California? I miss him sooo much. We drank dialed him around 11:30 but he didn't answer. My guess is that he was busy writing another chapter for the book and didn't hear the phone ring. I cannot wait to see him soon.
Great Memes, Cont.
3 hours ago
RoD is officially Schrodinger's Blog.
ReplyDeleteIt isn't up OR down until AG goes there and collapses the blogform.
Then she comes here and reports. It's Scientific!
Only question is, what kind of a box do they use?
Box? AG uses boTOX!
ReplyDeleteUpdate: Cute boy left his phone at home. Now, I understand.
It annoys me that I cannot get to RoD sometimes. I am starting another blog at Vonnie and MenDee's advice. However, not everyone will be told about it because some are persona non gratia there. (Not to be mean, just that I want to write some personal feelings and I don't want some to read them because they are not welcome to know my inner most thoughts. I hate that, but it's what life has dealt and sometimes our personal feelings are so scary to share we can only do it with those who we really trust.)
oh, c'mon!
ReplyDeleteYou can tell ME about it! I promise to behave!!
You are not the problem. The problem is others.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing more to say about that.
We all know what AG is saying when she is not saying it.
I was so scared and paranoid when I went to Harlem that when I heard a voice behind me calling "hey homie! Hey homie!" I quickened my pace. Eventually though, the steps caught up to me and I was sure this was my time to get mugged. However, when the man tapped on my shoulder I turned around to open myself up to inevitable knife in my stomach which never was. "Homie, you forgot your change" he said, and handed me the crisp bills that I apparently left on the counter at the convenience store.
ReplyDeleteHarlam is a good place, if you know what you are doing and show the community respect, i.e. be kewl.
ReplyDeletePHL however -- I've been mugged in before and it was the fancy part of town! So whatevs.