Five For FREEday

via The Beautiful Struggler - Me, Myself and Eye

We made it! Three day weekend for that arse, whooooooohoooo! I def started the drinking and staying out on Wednesday night, but whatever. Shout out to all TWO of my beloved readers who introduced themselves to me at Taj on Wednesday: Landis and Nomad33. I don't know what happened to the other folks who RSVP'd, but there was a lot of people there and a good time was had by all. And most importantly, by me.

Sir Fabulous and I hung out with Jezebel's Megan last night....she's the homie! Good times in NYC. Not sure about what's going down tonight, but there will be something on deck. Trust me.

Today's Five For Friday involves a little self-reflection. Most of you know that I will be (allegedly) turning 25 this summer. I have taken a look at my life as it stands so close to that milestone birthday and I am not so sure I am ready for that step. So, I present to you five reasons why I may tell people I am 24 for yet another year. Judge not, as we all fall short of the glory.

1) If someone posed the "Theme From Mahogany" as a question, my answer would be a resounding "hell no".

I get cool points for knowing the song though.

2) I don't have any work clothes.

I have allowed the fact that I don't have a big butt be my pass to wear deadly short skirts ever since I was in middle school. However, I think I have crossed that line a few times lately at work, due moreso to necessity. I really no not have any work clothes. I don't have many warm weather clothes period, but my work sitchy is even sadder. I have on a dashiki today, and it's not even a work dashiki, it's the dashiki I had on last week at Habana Outpost.

For some of my folks out there looking for community service opportunities, I am going to have a clothing drive....for myself. If anyone wants to donate some nice size 10-12 work clothes (no pants, thanks) to the cause, hit me up! You can also drop a couple bucks in the old "Donate" jar on the right side of this page. I have been publicly chumped twice this week for my choice of workFAIL attire. Only you can save Sister Toldja.

3) I still just want to do hoodrat things with my friends, shit.

People are having kids, getting engaged, buying homes. I'm like...what? You can still smell the box wine on my clothes, it can't be that time yet! And it looks like even Latarian has a better prospective on what he needs to do next than I do:

4) 25 sounds like a deadline.

My mother mentioned grandkids for the first time a few weeks ago *Eli Pause*. I remember in high school how 25 was this magic number that all my girls associated with "meeting the one", getting engaged and being a real adult. I feel like an upstanding and contributing member of my community, despite....well, you know. But just don't feel like I have done the things that I should have done by 25.

5) I don't want to be in the club with this guy:

It's not that I want to party with young folks like that, I just don't want to be in the club with men who look like Uncle Charlie Wilson. And "25 and up" brings forward the image of 55 year old men looking for tenderonis.

So, perhaps I'm just not ready for my quarter century. That shouldn't stop you all from giving me presents, but don't play me in the street if you hear me tell someone I'm 24. Or 23. Whatever.

Have a great Memorial Day weekend and don't do anything I wouldn't. So essentially, aside from eating pork...possibilities are endless. Go hard!

Besos,
Sister Toldja

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