FIRST OF ALL

I'd like to thank Rashad and Chubbs for their zit advice. I did the toothpaste remedy and it worked! I officially dub you guys the 'pimple popping prince and princess'(respectively) in honor of your bump removing wizardry. PPPaP for short. (Remember folks thats just a name, its not good to actually pop your zits, it'll leave scars.) I'm sure you'll wear your new monikers with pride. Thanks to yall, i am spared the humiliation of being labeled "pizza face". Or James Edward Olmos. And chubbs, i will be going to CVS to purchase the Burts Bees Blemish stick. I love product, packaging and especially burts bees. Score!

Don't yall love three day weekends? I know i do. I'm still not sure if i like monday or friday better as the third day though.

So as yall know, the 4th of july is tomorrow. All week long there have been various activities going down, for residents and visitors of the city alike.

Tonight i decided to go downtown © petula clark, and partake in one of these activities. It was a big salsa festival. Have i told yall how much i love to dance? And how much i love salsa? Do yall even care? Well for those that are interested, i love dancing and especially salsa. Mhmm, yup. I likes to shake my groove thing. So we go, and we're there, listening to the music and of course my feet start moving, because how can they not? The music is infectious. My feet are moving and my hips are swaying and before i know it, this short asian dude is asking me to dance. In typical judge-a-book-by-its-cover fashion, i'm all like "what can he do?" to myself. Sad right? I agree to dance though, and WHEW! dude was a beast. Before i know it we're doing the salsa thing hard core, and im fighting just to keep up! It was fun though. And i did look good if i must say so myself. *toot toot*

It also reaffirmed that my future husband is going to have to like to dance. And if he doesn't like it he is going to have to fake it for me. Thats right baby, fake it for me. The sunshine of your formerly dark and gloomy life. Without me you'd have no direction and all of that other sentimental folderol. None of this "i don't like to dance" crap that a lot of men pull, because they're secretly embarrassed, and afraid of making a fool of themselves. My dad is a good example of this. The only dance he'll do is this weird interpretation of james brown.More like james brown on crack. He'll do that to the embarrassment of his loved ones -*flinches at the thought of the great dance off of 94* - But if it actually requires synchronization of movement? He's not down. My mom wanted him to take dance lessons with her back in the day and he was like "nahhh". I'm not having that. Nope. I mean dance dance too. Not just a two step. No, he won't have to be fred astaire, cuz i am certainly no ginger rogers(yet). I'm just saying i don't want to do a "baby please go to salsa class with me?" Cuz i'd rather have my husband as a partner not some sweaty weirdo. Not that i won't go alone, but you know, it won't be pretty when i get back. I kid. I think. I talk so much smack don't I?

Anyway in the audience there were two crackheads in love, dancing completely offbeat and without any semblance of rhythm. I guess that part of their brain went up in smoke. *cymbal crash* They were so amusing that i had to take a picture, i'm debating putting it up though. See? I do have a conscience.

A dude made some sort of remark on my booty, and i had to give him the crook eye. What is up with that anyway? Can't dudes just observe and admire in silence? Ugh. Men are so gross sometimes. THEN I saw another random just brush his hand across some chicks butt too. I mean it was big(ok huge) but really. All that double takin' and neck breakin' and space violatin' was not necessary.

Other than that it was good times all around.

Oh yeah and a PSA for mi hermana latinas; put some clothes on! And if you are wearing clothes? Its ok to have space between your skin and the fabric. I ain't nebber seed so much cleave, junk, and leg in my life. And some stuff that was out really needed to in. And away. Far away.

So that was my evening. And the best thing of all? When i came home tonight, it was still Thursday! Meaning even though it feels like tomorrow should be saturday, its not! We still have the whole weekend in front of us. Have a great one guys.