36 Hours in Boston, Semi-Date, Convo's With Brian

I'm drinking and blogging. The two don't mix, but I need to give my updates.

Made it back from Boston in one piece. Boston, Boston. I didn't see much of it. More on that tomorrow. What I really want to blog about is my conversation with Brian. Ummm. We talked for a lil over thirty minutes. I called him. We talked about Vegas, things to do there, and how he just brought his ticket to go home that weekend. My trip to Boston, N.O., his birthday, my birthday (he extended an invite to N.O. if I don't do Cancun, said I would like it) his new drinking buddy (the flask), other upcoming things.

(Side Note: I had two margarita's & a homemade vodka, lemon juice & peach schnapps, I hope I don't read this tomorrow & be like WTF: End Side Note)

Here are our e-mail exchanges from last week (uneditied):


E-mail (Diva to Brian)

No e-mail, no call, text, flair messages??? You suck ass, ass munch... How are you?


E-Mail (Brian to Diva)

My bad! How are you?? I did think of texting you to let you know the flask has become my new road buddy. Meaning fillinf her up and making drinks in N.O before I go out. So how was DC when all my Bruhs were there?


Response (Diva to Brian)

I'm cool. I'm going to Boston on Friday. I went out to one of your sponsored events (Bruhs) one night, but for the most part I did other stuff. Went to Z-bar one night...those dudes are aggressive. Someone tried to lick my face...eeewwww I applied for a couple of International gigs. One is a 9-month assignment in Africa, Jamaica, Asia, Mexico or Brazil the other is a 5 week volunteer thing, the thing I told you about! In any case cross your fingers for me!

I think you should name your new flask?

Have you met any cool peeps to hang with?

If you wanna join me & my BFF in Vegas, the offer is still opened. The 3rd-6th of September. Party like a rock star!!! (well atleast I plan on it, you know how I roll)



Response (Brian to Diva)

FUCK I so forgot abt the Vegas trip. I so Could of gone bc I am going home during that time;-( Well party for me. Yes, my Bruhs can be a hand full at times. I hope things work out for you and maybe you will get the Jamaica one ;-) I know how you like that place.


In Other News
I went on a semi-date yesterday. We worked out...literally. A mile & half of jogging, a mile & a half of walking, push-ups & running stairs.


In Other, Other News
Do Not Answer, aka Brooklyn sent me a text apologizing for acting weird. He blamed it on the alcohol. Then he called me three times. I did not answer, nor return the text

The Weekend Update: I Suck

So this post was supposed to happen yesterday but I’m addicted to twitter (follow me), so I did nothing. I suck. The weekend was cool. No dancing on bars since I’m not engaging in my favorite pastime. Day 16 no vodka. I’m really serious about rocking my bikini’s in the DR (this one, this one & this one). Last week I started running. No vodka. No soda. No juice. Just water, club soda or green tea (although I slipped & had cranberry juice when I was clubbing...just a buffer between me and the vodka, that’s all)

Speaking of going out, Friday I was supposed to go out with Latino Papi Alex. I really didn’t feel like it, so I decided to make plans 1) knowing he hadn’t sent flair messages by Friday morning. 2) I know he’s flakey, and 3) he probably has a girlfriend. Yep. He only sends text messages. No calls.

His m.o. is trying to keep the lines of communication open by sending me “Mami, I miss you messages” (probably mass text messages) weekly, then once he gets a response, setting something up to make it seem like he’s so interested. Little does he know, that Sprint has this little online feature. I can now block numbers I don’t want to receive text messages from, yea for Sprint! (I’ll be on there this week entering phone numbers) So anyways, back to Friday.

I made plans with some chick friends. We went bar hoping, then I met another chick friend on U Street, for this waaayyy cool “world beat” party. Everyone from every nationality was there. It was SO amazing. It was like an underground we are the world lets all hug and be friends kind of place. Although it began to feel like you were walking into a hot box after awhile, it was so much fun. I danced so much my dress was soaking wet by the time I made it home. Good times. Oh, and there were some absolutely gorgeous guys there.

Saturday I had to take care of business. Latino Papi Alex sent me text messages. “you forgot mami”. Ummm, no idiot, you forgot. I was extremely tired, but I received an invite to hang on U street again by a couple of different people. I went to one spot. Scoped it out, then decided, to bounce. Ummm, was feeling blah.

Sunday Devin & I hung out for a bit on U Street (noticing a theme here). We had a good time.

This weeks agenda...TBD.


In Other News:

Not to rain on your parade, but I have to be a good Diva & keep you informed. Yesterday I came across this: New HIV Strain Found. Wrap it up people.

Another Date With The Old Man

So Benjamin & I went to the movies tonight. He was in his normal chipper mood. I guess if I were a cougar and had a hot stud on my arm, I would be a happy camper too!

He complimented me on my dress. I thought I'd give him something to look at! And he looked...a lot. He even tried to place his hand near my butt...hmmm, gramps was trying to be slick!

I actually had a good time. We talked & laughed about stupid stuff before the movie started. A few minutes into the movie, I lift up the arm of the chair and lay on him until it's over...

On our way home, he made it clear he wasn't ready for the night to end. He must have had a double dose of Ensure today! He gave me a kiss goodnight and said I could invite him in...I could, if only I didn't think of old spice, moth balls & prune juice...

My Date With the Old Man

If only Benjamin were 25 years younger, we could have great fun together. The fact that he's on the verge of drinking prune juice through a feeding tube and is only a few years away from sponge baths, is really bothering me. I try to look past the age factor but I can't. He doesn't look that old, which helps. His mannerisms however, are quite different from mine. I will say this though, we like a lot of the same things.

We both are passionate about music and dancing. He's a great salsa dancer. He plays drums for fun. He likes to travel. He enjoys life. He's generally happy 95% of the time we talk. He's always down to try something new. He exercises a lot.

But the 800 lb gorilla in the room is definitely our age difference.

Tonight we went out to continue his “pre-birthday” celebration and had a great time.

We went to my favorite lounge, which was sort of a mistake on my part. I like the guys that go there and I think this waiter that works there is gorgeous. Every time I go there I shamelessly feel him up and tell him just how sexy I think he is. I couldn’t do that tonight! I did stare him down a couple of times…

Other than that, the old man and I had fun. The live music was great; also I was proud of myself. I didn’t look at the other younger hot guys as much. I tried to focus on Benjamin as much as possible; I even told the bartender it was his birthday and had cupcakes with candles bought out. He blew out all three with the help from the girl next to us who sat in his lap, which he thoroughly enjoyed!!!

At the end of the night, he took me home and gave me a kiss. He did not leave a trail of slobber like D.J. It wasn’t bad at all…if only he were 25 years younger…