New York

Where do I start?

Lemme start from Friday (although I went 2 NY on Sat): Uju and I were on the way to the mall and she was driving. Just as we pulled out of our street, one of those semi-massive trucks cut her off. Uju got mad mad and sped past him – after which she put her hand out of her window and gave the driver (a black man) her middle finger. Man got furious, drove past us, and came 2 the passenger’s side (my side) where he kept drivin’ next 2 us and cursing Uju (or maybe both of us) out. Uju, of course, kept giving him the finger – actually, it was both fingers now. I was just astonished. All I kept thinking was, “if this man pulls a gun out & decides 2 go crazy, I might be his first hit – considering the fact that he was on my side.” But thank God 4 small mercies sha, he didn’t go crazy on us.

Saturday: Mom rented a Dodge Durango. She always rents a vehicle when we’re travelling. She says it’s because she loves her SUV so much that she doesn’t wanna put mileage on it. But I think she just loves renting cars. I wonder if Enterprise (the company she rents from) pays her. Anyways, it was me, my mom, my grandmom and my lil four year old cousin. This was a one-night trip, but somehow, the trunk of the SUV was so full that we had 2 put down the third-row seat 2 accomodate 4 the stuff my grandma brought along.

I knew from the beginning of this trip that I would be pissed. Maybe I jinxed myself, but I doubt it. Several things pissed me off: my mother’s hard braking, my grandma’s constant shout of, “Jesus!” every time my mother hit her brakes, my lil cousin’s endless questioning, my mother’s singing (her voice is outright terrible!), and my grandma believing that she knew the way 2 New York and could read the high way signs. She was confusing the hell outta me! So confused was I that we even’t lost the way @ some point. And I guess the event of temporarily getting lost (by a few exits) was so traumatic for my grandma that she almost started crying. And 2 top it off, she suddenly needed 2 pee. Thank God we didn’t have a case of incontinence due 2 stress. That wouldn’t have been pretty.

So we got 2 NY. My mother kept taking some rubbish pictures of the kids – I dunno why. I kept on wondering the point of those pix; it wasn’t like I was gonna waste a time printing them out. Next thing I know, mom drops the camera on the hard floor. It fell on its face, and now the almost $300 camera is no more. What a greeeaaaaat weekend.

My cell phone is still misbehaving. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it charges, sometimes it doesn’t. I just kinda take it as a game. Sometimes it’s annoying, and other times, I’m glad it isn’t working. At least, I can have a legitimate reason 4 not calling some people.

One good thing did happen this weekend: I got to touch the hand of this really, hot white guy that works @ Enterprise. Yes, I know you’re thinking, ‘This Vera sef!”, but trust me, this guy is hottt! I dunno wat it appealing about him – maybe his eyes, maybe his fine face – watever it is, I like it! How did I get 2 touch his hand? Well, he was tryna show my mom something in the SUV we rented when he dropped his Umbrella (it was drizzling). Being the nice gal that I am, I picked it up 4 him. When he tried 2 take it from me, our hands met. It was like nothing I had ever felt.

OK Vera, stop being dramatic. On a serious note, it was just like touching any other person’s hands, but I like the fact that our hands touched. Hmmmm, who knows? One day I might bear his babies (his fine, beautiful babies that will look just like their mommy, of course) – if my father doesn’t shoot his head off and lock me up 4 all eternity 4 bringing an oyibo man home. Yes, indeed my father is still old fashioned. But it’s nice 2 dream anyway.

Sweet dreams everyone. Gotta go watch Girlfriends – they start the new episodes today.