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My mind has been all over the place lately.  Needless to say these past twelve weeks have been very hectic for me.  The good thing is I just completed tying up two important projects and in a week I’ll begin two more but at least I have those two out of the way.  I’m working on tying up the finishing touches to the book as well so that you can purchase it in stores. 

In the mist of all the chaos I had an opportunity to enjoy myself with one of my closest gal pals.  She came in from out of town and we hit the town.  We decided to do something we have never done together and visit a bar.  We entered the bar with it being rather empty at first and within twenty minutes it was packed.  The DJ was on point playing some of the best oldie but goodies and recent music.  Our problem occurred when he began to play some of the newer music.  We did not even know what some of the crap was and wondered how it made it main stream.  In the mist of all the music, drinks and scanty clad dressed women we seemed displaced. 

At first I thought it might be the age of the crowd but everyone in there was in their 20’s like us or older.  I think my friend realized what I realized New Year’s Eve 2008 and that is that the club scene is not for her anymore.  Don’t get me wrong we had a good time because we enjoyed the music and the company of one another; however, the scene just was not us.  At one point we were just standing there looking at the people like WTF is going on?  My friend turned to me and said, “Either we are getting old or we are too bourgeois for this.”  And my response was probably a little of both as we shared a laugh.  After her comment this guy stood in front of me dancing so I turned to the side hoping he would go away but he just kept right on dancing and that was fine with me.  Then other women began to cheer him on so he turned towards them still dancing and he spilled his beer on my leg.  I was livid so when he turned to face the women that were yelling for him I politely rubbed my leg up and down his pants to wipe the beer from my own.  The drunken bastard did not even utter an apology.  I hate when places begin to get crowded.  It was not long after that, that we bounced.   Later that night/morning we meet up with her boyfriend and his friends and as we all laughed and talked one of his friends stated that we did not belong in that type of crowd.  I stated the same thing to him because they also stood out.

I just do not get it.  When will women understand that they do not have to be naked to get attention?  Yea, I’m sure you might get attention but is it positive attention.  I saw some clothing choices that would have blown your mind that night; at least there was a piece of cloth to cover their vagina and over their nipples well for some anyway.  I was thinking men do not have to go to the strip club they can simply walk down Beale Street and see all the A&T they want for free.  Despite everything else that occurred this night we truly had a good time.  I hate that we could not have done more because neither of our schedules allowed but we made good use of the time we did have. 

            Honestly, it is not that we are “too bougie” it’s that we have out grown certain things we use to enjoy.  So, what is a good time for me?  A good time for me is going out to a place that has good music and being able to chat and dance if I feel like it without having drinks spilled on me, smelling like smoke or being unnecessarily groped by some fool.  If Memphis has any places like this I am unaware of the existence.  There is one thing my associates and I learned as undergrads and that is how to make a good time out of a bad one.  We had to being a hand full of minorities in the midst of a sea of majorities. 

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