You've just been served!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t claim to know everything, but I do know that life is too short to be unhappy. It is too short to do things that bring you pain with absolutely no gain at the end. It is too short to worry about things that we have no immediate control of.


My girls and I definitely understand that concept immensely. Of course, this fact has become one of the staples of my life. “Be happy”.

Last night, I was planning to do what I’ve become quite accustomed to doing; and that is to take myself on a date. I take myself out for several reasons:

1. I enjoy my own company. I like to just be at peace, doing my own thing. It also has been instrumental in helping me meet new people.

2. The person whom I’d been involved with, did not find many things that I liked important or interesting enough to go; and she also has a small child to which care options were not always available.

3. I am a free spirit. I can be laying in bed and be certain that I would be in the house for the night; and then something may strike me that says “Liz, let’s get out of the house” and when that happens I go. Rarely is anyone ever able to move to that beat and join me, so I move to my own groove and enjoy myself. Also, I don’t always think to invite people, because I am always moving so fast.

Anyway, so I was planning to take myself on a date, and a few text messages and calls later, I was reminded of my buddy’s 30th birthday, and that we promised to show her a nice night. Additionally, another friend was planning to be in the same spot before she visited a dreaded establishment; so all was well in Liz-Land. I was on my way.

Before long, I was dressed in usual attire, which generally consists of um, jeans, a sweater or graphic tee, some bangles, HUGE earrings, some funky sandals or tennis shoes. I thought I looked pretty nice, and within no more than 8 minutes, I was at the spot.

Eventually one shiny face after another arrived. Everyone looked so beautiful and had their own style and part to play.

I was able to speak with one friend in particular about her goals, and the influence that art had on her life. I found myself completely drawn in to the conversation, as I had so desperately been longing for intellectual stimulation. She is in every fashion, a typical, yet extraordinary Libra.



Then the friend who would soon be celebrating her 30th birthday seemed to really be in peace as she downed her 2nd or 3rd drink, this one affectionately being named “blow job”. We all cheered her on to “suck-suck-suck”. I am laughing as a type this, but, behind every laugh, sometime resides a tear or two. This friend is smack dab in the middle of a separation, soon to be divorce, from her cheating and disrespectful husband and child’s father. Most recently, she’d rejoined the team and we needed her just as much as she needed us.

A few grapes later, we were all gelling, taking pictures, and laughing at the gentlemen who kept finding their way to where we were.

Of course the night would not be a true testimate to who we are, if the following didn’t happen:



Old fling, who was sometimes gay, then sometimes straight arrived. I greeted her with a huge and FAKE smile, unfortunately, this was all I had in my bag of tricks. That was my attempt to be cordial but to remind her that we had nothing to talk about. She was NOT with us, because either you are with us, or you are not!! “If you aint first, you last*laughing*

Big ugly face that used to date “Tia” (that’s what we’ll call her) brought his tired tail and his Ole-Down-By-The-Riverside looking new-boo, with her 84 year old name. *fail* (I even recall making a small spiritual hymn about her name).

Another friend kept attracting downright liars to the area. I heard one say he owned a gym and a basketball court, wth?? But his body was well, uh….moving on….



As time began to gallop, so did the noises from our stomachs. We were hungry and we wanted some, extra fat, please never change the grease, spicy wings, from “That Place”. Within about 20 minutes of deciding that we all wanted to go there, we were up and gone. I am serious; it was like a small army was answering to a silent, yet public call of attack.

Once we arrived at “That Place” and ordered our individual “heart attack meals of death and doom”; we sat, still trying to be cute, though there were just 10 people there and we accounted for 7 of those. Soon, the hood music was playing and my inner, yet well-known spirit came out.

Well, in addition to my hood spirit encouraging me to do all the dances in my head, was also a 41.5 year old woman who was pop-locking and dropping like a woman who had just exited jail, hell or hospice. She was doing the MOST. The girls attempted to emulate her dance moves as jokes, but Ms. Optimus Prime Face, saw this as a threat and began to “Serve” everyone with her “hits from the 90’s” dance moves and grooves. The girls soon realized that they were NO match her Queen Non-Dancliness….they accepted their fate and sat down, just in time to receive the grub.

Within minutes of getting the grub (hmmm, imagining that ever lingering smell of fried foods in my clothes now) the owner came out with 7 shot glasses.

*insert scary faces*

(Secret Prayer: Baby Jesus, please let this cup pass)-LITERALLY



The drink was called a “Chocolate Cake”. We all took the shots and allowed the temporary paralysis to take over our body from the excessive drinking of the night/week/month.



The Owner whispered in my ear “You always support whatever I do, so why wouldn’t I support you?” That was very sweet to hear.



In typical Liz fashion, I attempted to sneak out of the establishment, because I was so sleepy. I exited quickly, and jumped in the truck. Half way home, on the freeway, which was busy for some reason at a late hour, I realized that the truck was not driving normally; and remembered that because I parked on a hill, I executed the emergency brake. So I used my yellow chuck to push the brake in, hoping it would pop up. It did not. I immediately began to over analyze and exaggerate what was happening in my head. I was so scared. I did not want to call daddy. And I also didn’t want the pocket sized dragon that I just imagined to eat me. So, I phoned a friend. (giggling so much right now) The girls were planning to call the cavalry and rescue me, as usual, from myself. Then my Ace in the effin hole told me what to do in an Operators voice like she was at the Original Henry Ford Plant in Michigan. It worked!! Thank God almighty, it worked!!

Soon I was safe and sound in my new Wonder Woman PJ’s laughing at myself, until I fell asleep.



Let me leave you with this:

Life is so good, especially when you have kindred spirits at your side. And if for some reason you are just starting your journey and feel like a Lone Ranger, if you are confident and open minded, it will only be a matter of time before you attract kindred spirits as well.