A day (okay 22) late and a dollar short

But here is what I did for New Years Eve...

I think have a crush on Juvenile. Please God, I hope I am not a groupie of some sort. But I am seriously infatuated by rappers. Anyway, I went to a Juvenile concert for New Year’s Eve. This man is by no means attractive at face value. But his total package is drenching. I stood there wet and mesmerized. His jewelry was blinding, to the point that I wanted to hump his bracelet. No seriously though, he has a swagger, reminiscent of “The Rapper”. Which, by the way, the two of them are friends. That’s funny. Anyway, I have made an executive decision in my life. HERO OR A RAPPER. Other marriage options are null and void. In case you don’t know, executive decisions are the ones that I stick to forever. Never went back on one, EVER! Anyway, back to the celebration, the concert was good. Even though I left before he performed Rodeo, which might be one of my favorite songs of all times. We bought a VIP booth, which was a great idea cause we had reserved seats all night and we needed ‘em once we were drunk off our asses. I wasn’t fucked up, actually I was comfortably tipsy. But my friends were pissy. We popped a bottle of MOET at midnight – ghetto or classy, depending on the setting. For us, in a night club, it was more than likely ghetto. So I brought the New Year in ghetto and tipsy – hopefully that is not a sign. But bringing it in with some serious money in my pocket – I hope that is a sign.