this weekend

Friday night didn't turn out to be anything I expected. That's all I'm going to say about that.

On Saturday I got up early to go to work. I put in six hours and came home for a siesta. I had an appointment at five to get my ‘do fixed and I wasn’t missing that for anything. Yvette and I traded personal gossip while she worked me up. Saturday was a gray, cloudy day. It wasn’t too hot or too cold. When my hair was done Yvette and I went to claim our stools at the bar in the Macaroni Grill. There wasn’t much else to do. I of course had my raspberry lemonade and raspberry Stoly; she had her Courvosier. We sat and talked about relationships, psycho exes, people who don’t have enough business of their own so they are always in yours and bartenders who don’t know how to pour a proper drink. My phone rang in the middle of a psycho ex story and it was Pusha. He told me if I knew what was good for me I would be heading over to his house. Yvette and I finished our drinks and parted ways.

I drove straight to the spot. Slim and Tiny were the only ones there. Slim told me that Pusha would be right back and Tiny was locked in his room. Slim and I watched videos and discussed our plans for the evening. Then he told me a scandalous story of how Tiny had stolen $100 from him this past week. The people you think are your homies. I relayed a story to him of how Tiny had short sacked me once and then tried to pinch off the sack he shorted. We got a good laugh off of that. Pusha came walking in the door shortly after. I smelled him before I saw him. He smelled like ripe greenery. I followed him over to the table to see what goodies he had with him. He had twenty-eight grams of the prettiest chronic in the world. I flirted, cooed and played in Pusha’s hair until I had worked my way to a nice sized sack. Pusha then tried to convince me to get naked and lie in his bed.

“It’s cold outside ain’t it?”

“Yeah, pretty cold.”

“When you get cold Monique, do your nipples get hard?”

I rolled my eyes. “I suppose.”

“You going out tonight?”

“I am not sure what exactly the plans will be.”

“You should just stay over here. I got a bottle of Courvosier. We can lay up in the bed and watch movies. I won’t even try nothing. You can lay naked and everything.”

Before I have a chance to answer, my phone rings again and it’s T. He wants to hang out for the evening. I am looking for something different to do on a Saturday night so we decide he should come to my house. I leave Pusha and Slim and head to my house.

T gets there about thirty minutes after I do. We sit and blaze for a little while and then T decides he wants to go to Diversity to get a new pipe. I agree to go along because I want to get my nose pierced. We go to the one on the strip, taking the scenic route from my house. Las Vegas Blvd is an interesting site at night, especially if you are taking it from North Las Vegas to the strip.

When we get to Diversity T makes his pipe purchase and I look over the nose jewelry. I have decided on a piece with a blue gem on it. I ask the girl to show me what they use to pierce it. She brings out this huge needle and I suddenly feel like a punk because no needle that long is going in my nose tonight after I’ve been smoking and well, I just changed my mind. I tell T I will go back another day and do it.

We head back to my side of town, stopping at In N Out for sustenance. We watched Half Baked and laughed our asses off for the rest of the night. When he left it was 2 am for the second time. I stumbled into bed and passed out into good sleep.

Today I went to the movies with Yvette. We saw Sweet Home Alabama. It was a pretty good movie. Cute story. And now I'm home, maxing and relaxing. I am supposed to be hooking up with my cousin later, but it looks like that is not going to happen since I have called her cell phone twice and she's not answering. I probably need the rest anyway. Tomorrow is work. And the end of my weekend.