A Blogger's Tale

Dedicated to my blogger Fam-Bam. . .

As I was strolling on an unusually warm spring day, a koolbreeze hit me in my face. It could not come soon enough. It was such a joyous feeling. The sandals, sunglasses, and hat notwithstanding, the unusual temperatures were beating down on LA with a fierceness. This was spring, what happened to the April luv we were supposed to be getting at this time of year? I looked forward to relaxing shortly, at the spot, under a Cool AC.

Who am I? I am a registered nurse practitioner. A cute one at that. You might call me just a diva in scrubs. Currently, I am single, not particularly satisfied with it, but it is voluntary. My last boyfriend was cool, enough, I just think that we had too many personality conflicts. So, right now, I am on the prowl, on the search for rellevance, N Search of Ecstasy, and looking for Mr. Right – or Mr. Right Now.

I live modestly, but tastefully. I am tall, six feet even, and I like to rock the heels. People call me glamorous, an amazon, and that I’m living life to the fullest. Does that mean that I am living the Glamazon Life? HAHA, I crack myself up.

My personality profile is this: I tend to think that I am sexy, a superstar, funny, witty, with a hint of being sarccastik. Sometimes I can run my mouth so much it feels like you are in a whirlwind, But hey, that’s what makes me so irresistible. It’s what the good stuff is made of. I’m a well bred girl, born and raised in da durty south, a true Georgia Peach. Though, all in all, considering they pulled an Amistad on us, I like to pretty much think of myself as an African Girl in an American World.

I try and live my life with as much serenity and calm as possible, considering there is enough drama going on in this world. I try not to be one of those sisters that will drive a brother nuts with their attitudes, demands, and unreasonable expectations. I mean the way some women, particularly sisters can cut up sometimes, no wonder so many brothers tend to be on the verge of dating white girls.

But of course, I’m not here to crack on the sisters. We get down. We are ride or die chicks. We can dress and stomp with the best of them, cook clean, and be a hooka in the streets, without fail. I am a testament to that, I can strike a match and call myself a pure - d Supa Sista! We know how to sing, dance, comfort, entertain, and get down raw dawg buffalo style with a quickness. . .

Right, now, I'm on my way to listen to this new group drop some beats at The Cocoa Lounge, a kind of artsy-fartsy blacka-owned establishment uptown. A Cocoa Girl at a Cocoa Lounge, how cool is that?

Okay, this place rocks. I'm so loving this place. You always see people that are hella cool. Sometimes they play music, other times, they have praise dancers, sometimes it's spoken word - you know, homegrown poetry and essays. One in particular I like is J to the G, she drops rhymes and philosophcizes about deep sheeat. She actually reads directly out of her journal which lays credibility to her rhymes; we informally have it pegged as the Diary of Jaimie. I wonder if that's a prop or is all that stuff true? Whatever scene or room you choose to be in, this place is full of life and love seven days a week. Most of all, I love this place. It's a place where I can let my hair down, forget about my life, my shit, and just concentrate on being me.

You see all kinds of folks here. I'm waiting right now on my Malibu Rum and Pineapple drink, just surveying the place. Okay, hold up. No, that girl Tam is NOT over there flirting with the bartender just to get a free drink! Not cute. Okay, well maybe she wasn't, but that's what it looks like. And look at THIS cat! There is this brother that always comes in that it like totally pimped out. I have him pegged as Dressed to a T-Casanova type guy. I mean he stays suited and booted, he must be the closet owner of all kinds of designer gear!

Oh yeah, and the owner of the establishment gives her opinions from time to time as well, and if you are within earshot, the sheeat is hilarious! See, before she moved out here, she was livin' and lovin' life in Iowa, and this place was a little bit of culture shock for her. She always starts her sentences off with "I just want to know WHY. . ." and then she goes into it! She calls them Missy's Mental Musings. See why I love this place? It's kind of in the cut, but it has a cult following. And people are always wondering, what am I doing here? Well, you can see why!

And don't let her husband Dallas Penn get in the middle of it he's louder than her, he always says "Baby tell 'em the truf, but you know these folks, they can't handle the truf". They're cool, though, they are like our ghetto style humanity critics.

Looks like the show's about to start. I guess that's it for now. You've seen a little bit of what I like to do and what I like to be involved in. The Memoirs of A Non-Geisha, I guess you can call it.

So, what do you think? I'm One Cool Sista, huh?