My Friday - Not Ice Cube's

Let’s see…Friday. My cousin had a “Gala Affair”. It was a dual celebration - his 25th birthday and his departure to Harvard Business School. He is highly successful, already in a very important position in a very important company, already degreed, but has decided to pursue bigger endeavors. This event taught me a few things. First, Negroes from the projects can make something of themselves. Secondly, they may become a tad bit cocky along the way. Although, I won’t describe my cousin as “stuck up”, I will describe him as “stuck on himself”. His “program” included directions to “stand and sing Happy Birthday upon his entrance". Too bad I was too fashionably late to participate in the sing-a-long! But, that was that.
I had my favorite sexy rock star hairstyle, and an ultra- “get a new man” dress. But I didn’t. But they sure were looking. I learned that although my breast are beautiful to me, I don’t take them that serious because they are all I have ever known, but other people take them really serious. I showed cleavage at the party and it was all I heard about all night. The men and women gawked and / or complimented. When I put the dress on, I was thinking, wow, these tatas are looking right. But I didn’t expect them to be the life of the party, but somehow they were. Especially after I opened up the dance floor when everyone else was busy “acting brand new”. But again, that was that.
Overall, I enjoyed this Friday. I worked for a few hours. Got to get some new clothes, shoes and jewelry and a mani and a pedi and my hair done. I felt hood rich! I was supposed to see “The Rapper” after the party but I didn’t.