Monday, August 16, 2010

Honestly, Mean Girl Or Not?

The time on my PC strikes 7, all my work is done for the day, and I’m out the door headed back uptown to my place in Harlem. Normally, I would head straight to my mom’s house for dinner then the bar but today the agenda has changed somewhat. I promised two of my friends that I would help the put their resumes together for them. It a hot summer night and to be honest this is the last thing I would like to be doing. I stop at the corner store right downstairs from me and I grab a six pack of beer and head up to my third floor walkup. When I walked through I am greeted my James and Trina who are the ones waiting to get my magic tough on their resumes, as well as my new roommate and Harrison who had slept over the night before and apparently seem to be trying for a second night.

I sat down in front of my laptop and began hammering away at these two resumes as fast as I could while everyone else chatted each other up while the six pack of beer quickly disappeared. “Yayyy I’m Done” I shouted once I had finished. It was now time to change clothes and get ready to go out. I showered and through on some jeans and a fancy t-shirt as I wanted to be cute yet comfortable for my Thirsty Thursday. After my roommate and I were dressed and ready to go we all headed out and hopped on the express train to the Upper West Side.

This was my first time going out with my new roommate and I couldn’t wait for him to meet the diverse, chill, fun group of people I hang with. I have never even had a roommate before but Marx seems like a very cool dude who would blend well into my life and provides lots of stimulating conversation. Marx had also never met my brother Max and so tonight was his very first meet and greet. “Where are you?” I ask Max over the phone to find out where we are all headed tonight. “In the Bronx, I will be there soon” says Max sounding like he’s in too serious of a mood for Thirsty Thursday. I got off the phone and headed over to the Liquor store accompanied by my roommate. After buying a bottle of my favorite 151, we head to the corner store for chasers and ice cups. Then it’s off to a stoop around the corner from my favorite hangout spot on the Upper West Side. Marx and I prepared our drinks, while we chatted with Trina and some of her friends for a while. After about an hour our drinks are all gone and we walk a few blocks to play pool with Trina at The Parlour while we wait for Max. My Blackberry begins to buzz as we arrive. It’s Max, just as I’m about to ask him where he is I feel someone come up from behind me and slightly pull my hair. I introduced Marx to my brother and a few of his friends who had arrived with him.