Figuring out

As for the date with M.E. - as usual, and as expected, we had a blast. Parrot told me once that everytime M and I go out we have some story to tell - something always happens. And this time was no different.

M and I got to Movietowne, bought our tickets for the 9:45pm show (at ~ 6pm), and headed to Ruby Tuesday's. We settled on appetizers and desserts - yuh know, in true trini style, to basically get as much taste in as possible (lickrishness!). Two coctails (each) and some wunderschoenderlichen chicken strips et al later, we - being lickrish and not learning our lesson from last time - ordered some ... hear nuh.... zuper brownie sundaes... hear nuh! Ruby Tuesday's chocolate fudge brownie is de bess. It look small eh... but oh ma lard... half-way through, I begane to see stars. I had to stop - realising that M had stopped too... it was too bloody rich and thick - why didn't we share?! Fadda...

We sat there, trying to shift and turn for the full bellies to settle so that we won't have to be rolled out of the place, and then headed out. Sure - we had time still - I mean, the movie was to begin in about an hour, but there was no way I could ingest anything further, nor was I able to walk around the shopping stores... no way possible. So we headed back to our cars to take a lil lie dong. I see M going in her car while I going in mine... didn't make sense to me:

"Err.... why we going in different cars?"

D'uh - so we both got into mah moss-green machine, put on the music and put the seats back - ahhh.... my belly was happy.

We chatted and laughed - innocent bliss. Next thing I know - red CRV middle aged lady stares and points her husband/whatever and friend/whatever to our direction. Now, we right there, so I look back - wondering what the heck they staring at. Of course, *yuh know me* put my hand up like "what's the deal? What yuh want? WHA YUH LOOKIN AT?!" - and sure enough I got a response... thank God for my mom's lip-reading training (yuh know those silent bouffs when allyuh in public nuh), I was able to read - direct from the devil's... I mean, lady's mouth:

"LESBIANS"

A a... she repeats it and looks as if she wants to approach us. Well yuh know Mz. Zue had to nod so as to reply - yes b*tch.

I guess trying to figure out situations and people are just a natural part of the human brain and personality, however, like is only we trinis that boldface enough come and blurt out their prejudices - colourfully displaying their ignorance. Oi - we have a far way to go.

This was followed by a guard passing up and down by my car and trying to throw words at us while passing - finding out later (from a guard friend - or, well, whatever - a guard there who calls me Suzette Lopez each and everytime (Suz is my sister's name, and Lopez is my cousin's surname... woof - well, she's close enough, at least) that the other guard was throwing words about our "lesbian activities" in the carpark. Jeeezzz....

This leads to horrid painful memories though - not lesbian activities, but of the greatest hurt in my life from some male-female activities in a car and possibly a car park. I hate you, B.A.

Effin' A.

So anyways, some advice my bro gave to me concerning my idea on going to the UK on the Working Holidaymaker thingie:

Before leaving for promises of greener grass I think you should check that this is not just all in your head.
My recommendation would be to take your focus off of trying to rule the world before you turn 30, relax and set realisitic career goals...

and he concluded, in true Wel style:

...so you telling me you have a cushy high paying job that you can't relax for 1 more year on? We should all have your problems.

Gotta love having big bros.





*Z continues to munch on her peanuts - trying to push sh*tty memories out of her head.... ooof*