They had the "Taste of Satan's Anus" festival here this weekend, and it was as delicious as it sounds! My favorite thing was the cheesecake on a stick. Next weekend, the Black Arts Fair. I was supposed to go to the Michigan State Black Alumni picnic next weekend, but I squashed that. The chance of crossing paths with my past, especially my recent past, all at the same time isn't that appealing. It seems like a preponderance of the women I used to see graduated from Michigan State, even if it was 10 years after me.
I ran into one of the women that is holding me down, Lynn, yesterday at the bookstore. This woman is tight, tight, tight. I've never tried to step because one of the other dudes in our little transplant group was trying to mess with her. She was wearing these little khaki shorts and shit, and she's got these brown locs, and these green eyes and shit. So I talked to her for a second, then I went to get some coffee. I saw her leave and I regretted not asking her out. I drove around a little, running errands, and I decided to call and ask her out to the movies. She was in the middle of a discussion with one of the transplants (the dude who's getting at her) and a terrible family situation involving this. Bad situation, worse timing. I'll catch her some other time.
Some old cat told me once, "If you wanna live on the best coast, you betta come to the west coast." I'm starting to believe that might be true.