FLURRY

Summer’s early this year, it looks like. I for one am not mad at all. There’s no substitution for any of it - nosir. I'm liking it already.

Firstly, I gotta give a shout out to my New England crew. Y’all crazy, every last one of you. A1, you’re incorrigible, punking me into overdoing it. You owe me one. CK, you’re hilarious, talking about my groupies, getting me in trouble and all. You owe me one too. To the bros with go-karts: V^6, your chomaring skills are off the chain, not to mention your addiction to speed and the Alpines in your trunk. Ura, despite baiting unwitting wannabes and sporting Alpines in your trunk, your IT skills are legendary, not to mention your love for speed; just like your crazy-ass brother.

To www: These go-kart brothers, as they’re aptly named, have cosmetically identical German-engineered super machines with major bump in their trunks and blue halogens. Crazy. Oh, and did I mention Beelzebub tried to take them both out on the same day in the same hour, though in different states? That’s a story for another day, literary consent pending.

I had a couple of great weekends back to back which is rare. Not that the weekends were all trouble-free or whatever – not at all. They weren’t typical, which made them great. Of course it would’ve been even better if Buff had taken me along on her White Castle excursion. Not that I’m sore about that or anything. [Or am I?] Instead, here’s what happened:

I ended up going to Jay Z’s 40-40 club that first weekend and spent all of my rent money there, not to mention the high-speed flat [or is it puncture, G.?] that one of K’s gorgeous Accord Coupe’s Lo-Pros sustained along the way. [Shout out to Carol for putting that one bash together.] I only remember the journey to and not the journey from; not surprisingly since I’d just ingested all of my rent money in liquid form. Not only that but The Dishwasher [wsup D] with his butterfingers spilled some drink all over me. You owe me one too, punk.

Before that weekend, I’d been part of a wedding some weekends prior. [Many thanks to the very lovely C for making me a part of it.] I usually go to all formal events dressed as comfortable-man, namely jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. I had responsibilities there so I had to momentarily shed my comfortable-man attire for some dress clothes. All good tho.
While at the reception I bumped into one of my favorite bloggers - I kid you not. Who knows, I might write about it later on, consent pending, so keep it right here.

Last weekend was off the richter too. Not only was I with the aforementioned New England crew, but it was Baby Boy’s birthday. [Happy Birthday again, Baby Boy.] I can’t believe he’s now 4 years old already. Not only did he have fun but we too, only ours was a lot more – shall I say – rambunctious. I’ll leave that to your imagination. I’ll only let on and admit that I was in bad shape by the end of it all, as I suspect we all were. That and I think Baby Boy broke a couple of V^6’s ribs while he was napping by the TV; I could’ve sworn I heard a subtle *crunch* as Baby boy’s left knee connected with his left rack-o-ribs. Ouch.

I’m still trying to recover from it all and more importantly, reclaim my blogging mojo which seems to have deserted me for the time being; not so much the content as it is the frequency. I must admit tho that the daily hustle, the b-balling and the summer fun leaves little time for much else but hey, I’m still here, www. Don’t get it twisted.