Saturday's Suck

Sometime we can awaken and the answer to which you've never verbally asked, just kind of appears. As clear as the day. So it hit me..I mean leave it to my group of interesting friends and their various challenges to give me just the "thing".

Being a girl is tough. But, my God, being a woman is even harder. I mean we are estrogen filled, passionate, beautiful, driven creatures whose minds can be made up in stone on a Monday and by Tuesday it be a different story and/or feeling. There is no blue print, there is no road map to help us get from point A to point B. So we use what we have. Some of us, seem to have the "total package"; and then there is "us". Oh, I haven't introduced myself, properly have I? I'm Elizabeth, a native Houstonian. I just arrived into my 3rd decade and boy, oh boy; challenges commeth. Do you know what's even harder than being a woman? Liking, loving and dating women. But we shall come back to that, as I am sure your mouth is already watering, yearing for more juicy details. And details there are. Now, I may have mentioned at the onset that my friends and their challenges stimulate me; but they are not challenged alone. In fact, I am almost certain that my chaotic energy is the catalyst behind all of the hysteria. The rest of the clan starts with the rambunctious Ryan, the Trailblazing Tifini and the Trying Tiffany. Now, these aren't all of my pals at all. We have fantastic guest stars who provide such a share of joy, that I am too selfish to even begin to share it with you now.

Point is, I feel exhausted of hearing, seeing, starting the revolving door of BS. When will we learn? When will we come across people who manages integrity and growth? Are the laws of attraction at work? Don't you hate when you know the answer to the quandary, yet hearing something vanilla and fresh would just be better? Cake Please!!! Someone, please bring me a piece of cake. Oh yeah, did I also mention that I am a plus sized African American woman, living in one of the most "Reddest" states ever? I thought that I would mention my weight, right after asking for cake. Oh yeah, I don't really eat cake. But I do drink. I wonder if there is a connection here. Hmmm

Let me get to the meat of the story-
Last night, I received a text message from one of my dearest friends. She was at a Holiday Party, dressed to the "nines"; you would think that the night would be perfect. However, it wouldn't be "us" if it ended perfectly. We don't get down in perfection at all. In fact, we are going for the less than perfect, mostly dusty look in life. Moving alone, the text indicated that her late night date, had not responded to her calls or text messages. (Not another stand-up date!!) And, that her foriegn car had decided to simply stop on her. (Isn't that nice?) So she needed "us" to come get her. Before I continue, let me also explain, I am the type that will go to the ends of the earth for my friends. This is my first time in life having good, real good friends and finally knowing what to do with them. So when they laugh, I laugh...but damn it, when they hurt ; I am angry as heck! So, what's a "Liz" to do? I looked over at my Partner and said "We have to make a pick up". Of course being the supportive little love cake that she is, was completely down with it all. Oh yeah, did I mention that we had no gas?? HA! So, what did we do? In true "g" (notice I used a lower case G; because big "G's" don't have this problem) form, we scraped up change and loosies to get gas to go get this "friend". I would love to tell you that we went to pick her up, took her home and the rest is history. But, when you get to know me and "us" you will quickly realize that It. Is. Never. That. Simple.

But let me leave you with these final thoughts:
1. If you make plans with someone, keep them or at least do EVERYTHING in your power to alert them otherwise. Time is very valuable; no one is giving it away these days.

2. If you go to your Company Holiday Party, don't get sooo drunk that you start doing "various booty dances" in the parking lot.

3. If you have real friends, real ones...always be there for them. Because when the men and women of sexual or romantic selection fade away, your true Pals will still be there, nursing you back to health.

This is all for now. Until we meet again, Laugh as much as you can, if nothing else it helps strengthen the stomach muscles and we can all use that!! :)