Greetings.  How art thou?  I had an eventful weekend and you? 

Friday after work I went to the beauty salon.  I was trying out a new stylist, Leslie.  She was definitely a  character but experienced in hair care.  When I entered the shop Leslie and a couple of other women were having a heated discussion regarding what sounded like a co-worker that used to work there that still has a relationship with the owner (possibly sexual but never clarified during my earhustling).  Well this ex-coworker continues to drop into the salon and then go back and drop dime to the owner about what's going on when he's not around.  Well, Leslie was pretty much threatening to whoop the ex-coworker cat raggedy if she ever ran her mouth about her again.  She also went on to say how she might start looking for a job at the boat, or elsewhere because she doesn't need the job in the shop to keep food on her table.  So of course, I'm thinking great, even if I do end up liking Leslie, it sounds like she already has 9 toes out the door.  She might not even be here the next time I want to get my hair done.  After her heated beauty-shop inspired conversation was over with her lady friends, she looked me in the eye, put on a car-salesman's smile and said, "Hi baby, I'm Leslie. How are you today?"  as if I had just walked in the salon at that moment and hadn't already been exposed to her true colors....CLASSIC.  The end result was really good and I like my new do.  Leslie is located at Beauty Express in the St. Louis Mills Mall.  If your hair is looking like witchy-poo and you are in need of a stylist, call Leslie.  You better catch her while you can.  She has 25-plus years of hair care experience, and she can get you in as early as the same day.

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Saturday one of my college friends, Miyaka, was in town so we kicked it.  She was staying at the Sheraton in Clayton.  After a little shopping, manicure and Cheesecake Factory, Miyaka and I hooked up and had a couple of drinks before heading to The Loft.  I had to borrow some of her makeup because I dropped my compact in my car while I was driving and the car ate it.  It completely dissappeared.  That was two days ago and I still haven't found it.  So anyhoot, Miyaka and I left Clayton, hopped on Highway 40 and headed towards The Loft.  On the way down, I was able to tell her about a mutual friend who just had a baby and about how much of an azzhole her husband is.  Once we made it to The Loft, it was a nice crowd, but not packed in like sardines (yet) because it was only about 11 p.m.  There were actually one or two table left occupied so we got another drink and reserved our spot.

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I wish I had taken my camera with me to The Loft because the first thing I saw where two white chicks with straight up bamboo earrings and black haircuts, (faded in the back, stacked curls on the top.  One of them was working with a little waterfall action on one sid too.)  The bad thing is they looked like they had consulted a 1992 issue of Hype Hair magazine and mimicked something they saw in there.  All in all they were looking kind of dissappointed.  I guess the brothers weren't biting like they thought they would.  I can hear them now, at home in the mirror (in their best ghetto accent),

"Oh, we about to upstage these black beotches tonight honey."

"Guuurl, I know.  Oooh, you lookin too fly in them earrings."

"Aww, you no what L.L. said, 'bamboo earrings, atleast two pair."

"Aw snap, we got us an around the way girl.  It must be vanilla b/c chocolate don't taste like that."

 

Okay, let me stop.  Now I'm going to have to try to explain this to all of my white friends. 

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Also at The Loft, we saw a lot of guys dressed the same, which is so homosexual in my opinion.  I don't care if it was a coincidence, we got to options in this matter.  1. either one of us change.  2. Go the opposite way as soon as we step out of this car, because we are officially not together if nobody's gonna change.  Also, there were some cute guys in there too but I honestly think guys have it so easy now.  They don't even have to try to talk to women anymore.  They can just sit back and chill and see which girls will holla at them.  When there are 3 or 4 women to every man, it definitely gives the men a false sense of worth.  They start saying crap like, I'm a hot commodity....WHATEVER.  Cute or not, that attitude makes a fine man turn into a gorilla cookie, with the quickness.

 

I think Miyaka and I had the most fun when we witnessed a horrible attempt by a drunk woman to give her man a table dance.  He was looking so embarrassed and disgusted with her, yet she continued to jerk and seize (I think in her mind, she thought she was rolling and grooving really sexy.)  As she thrust her most private areas on him, he sat on the stool looking like he wanted to shrink and dissappear.  The bad thing was I was laughing, uncontrollably and the guy happened to look up and see me.  Now my good drinking azz didn't have the since to look away.  Instead, I quickly closed my eyes, so he wouldn't see me looking and laughing at them.  Now, Miyaka almost died when she saw me do that, and she went on to say, "Marquita, why did you close your eyes like that.  You act like just because you can't see him he can't see you."  Priceless.  The couple left a few seconds after that.  And Miyaka had to point out that they guy was shorter standing up than he was sitting down.  This was so amusing to us and we just couldn't get over that.  But a drunk ain't ish.  Because the next day when I thought about it, I realized he was sitting on a stool, which is why he was much shorter, after he hopped down and was standing ground level.   But at the time, we had had way too much liquor to try to rationalize.

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I also want to give a special shout out to Miyaka for spreading the word about my blog.  I know others like Kelly and  Patonia (my sis) pass my blog address on to their friends just like Miyaka does.  But Saturday, Miyaka was getting her nails done and met Cocoa Soul and struck up a conversation about my blog after learning about Cocoa's Cafe Soul.  I have mentioned Cafe Soul in some of my previous blogs but I've never met her or attended an event.  Well Cocoa gave Miyaka her card and asked her to give it to me so I could come down and check her out and write a review.  Now that's the ish I'm talkin about Miyaka.  Step out of your comfort zone and tell somebody you don't know to take off their cool and check out your girls blog.  Good lookin out!  It takes a village to raise a world renown writer...hahaha.

So with that said, you can learn more about Cafe Soul at http://myspace.com/cafesoulstl