Pointed

Pointed

I slept amazingly well last night. There is no mystery as to why. And it was completely welcome and needed and perfect. *sigh* I noticed though… I don’t curl my toes… they seem to point at the heights of passion. LMAO! Guess it’s that everlasting ballerina deep within me that makes her cameo every so often.

We got our wakeup call at 8:00 so he could go to the gym. He got up and got dressed, joked with me and kissed me and he left. I drifted right back to sleep and when I did awake, it was at 9:44. I got out of the bed and looked around and he still wasn’t home. And thats when the worrying began. My knee-jerk reaction worrying, nagging craziness. “Where’s he been? He only went to the gym… What’s taking 2 hours? What if something happened? Can I manage to get out of Atlanta on my own if I need to?” It just snaps into place and starts to defend me wayyy before I ever need protection. I milled around the room realizing how I was undoing the fantasy of the night before in my own head and I just needed to calm down. After making a few phone calls and taking care of a little business, he walked through the door and I expressed my worry and fear. “Why didn’t you just come downstairs to see where I was?” he asked. Makes sense… but for anyone else, that would have been an invasion of privacy. “I have nothing to hide from you,” he said. “Don’t worry. And come look for me.” He caressed the side of my face and looked into my eyes and I was alright again. He plopped into the lounging chair and we started discussing the drama of our day to come, replete with evangelists and craziness.

He went out to get breakfast and the woman came to service our room. Young black girl (which I’m not used to… usually it’s someone of another persuasion who is servicing the room that I’d have to struggle to make conversation with). She came in and was chatty. She’s from Detroit. She’s here for School. She better do her job right or her “mama” is gonna send for her to come home. “Are you in a sorority?” she asks me at one point. I was ready to answer and be praised… That’s what usually happens. I answered, yes and told her which one. “Oh.” she said. “I used to hate Fraternities and Sororities because one of them murdered my uncle.” *mental gasp* I asked which one. She told me. Their full name. Fraternity, Incorporated and all. I expressed my sympathies. But then she said she didn’t hate them anymore because she was a part of Oprah’s Angel Network and at some point, some AKAs or some Delta-somebodies did something great for her. I just find it astounding how we don’t remember the names of people who do good by us. But we’re quick to commit to memory the full monikers of our wrong do-ers. Life is funny that way.

Breakfast is here. More later….

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Arrival…

Arrival…

I had such a long day, but I couldn’t end it without posting. I’ve been good for the last few days. I didn’t sleep a wink last night which made it easy for me to sleep on the planes on the way out here and thus not giving me enough time to stay awake and worry about any kind of impending death. Funny too, because Jenny told me that the first plane we were on had such a rocky landing, she thanked God that we were sleeping when it was all happening. So am I. We almost missed our connection in Cleveland because the guy at the gate was an unmitigating prick and just waved us off to a concourse that was half way across the universe but NOT the concoure we needed for our connecting flight. After being on the plane with Ma and Pa Clampant (some family from ATL who’s luggage was in plastic supermarket bags tied at the top but they were decked out in Sean John and Ralph Lauren, mind you) who’s little Clampants were fussy and loud on both planes, we landed in ATL. My baby and I went to retrieve the rental car that he ordered online and we encountered some serious opposition that wouldn’t allow us to rent the car. Now what, I thought? I called Taz who, with a nonchalantness that I would have never imagined, said, “Well, after today, I’m not gonna be around, so… he can use my car.” Amazing. They’ve barely known each other for 4 years and in that time didn’t speak regularly. They know each other cause of me, and I met Taz on the web in 98. Amazing how friendships are forged and what they’re willing to do.

We spent the whole day with Taz: visited his beautiful home in Austell, fell asleep on the couch (where he accused me of snoring, to which I protested); grabbed some stuff to eat, waited for his wife Kris to come home so we could go out and shop, get my eybrows done, and eat some more before dropping Kris home, getting Taz to the car rental spot where he was meeting his team and then driving back to the Suite hotel, where I’m sitting now, just waiting for my baby to come out of the shower… auntie’s not here yet… so we’re looking to make good use of that opportunity.

Tomorrow: T’s wedding. *I need Jesus on this day*

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