Welcome to the Blog
So I start off by saying welcome. Welcome to the blog. The Show. Primetime. There’s an assortment of names I could call it, but I rather stop there. The reason for the blog is quite simple… I think the life I live is quite interesting. Things that are weird always happen to me. If not me… They happen to my buddies.
So lately I have been working long hours at the IT Help Desk here at K-State and I haven’t had much time to hang out with the boys. Like every other day someone is calling me up to cut their hair. It’s ridiculous. I get off work from the IT Help Desk and “David” is at my door waiting to get his hair cut. So of course I cut his hair and he’s grateful but insults me at the same time. He’s like… “I should just keep getting edge-ups from you until Spring Break when I get to go back home and go to a barber.”…. Am I not the barber that just cut your hair making you look better than you did when you came in? Really? Lucky I didn’t give you a huge forehead. Seriously.
The part that gets me is that it started an epidemic of everybody black (and white) that I knew asking me to cut their hair. I had people scheduling with me to get their haircut 9 times in 3 days. Yes, I have improved and occasionally enjoy cutting hair, but it’s not the reason why I exist. My boys hadn’t even talked to me much this semester. I was pretty much out of the loop on every piece of gossip. This was the crew I was basically number 2 on. So disappointing.
Anyways, after I finish cutting Jamison’s hair he invites me to the boys’ house. So after I watch a movie with my roommate, (Step up 2… Will write on this) I was so prepared to drink a lil and let go at the House of Texas. I get to the house and there is an older “Mature” lady standing at the door and I swear that she’s probably beating on the door to have the boys turn the music down. I beat on the door and they open it up and she starts dancing into the house. My thought? WTF is this?! She says “I’m Kate’s mother.” I’m like “Who the hell is Kate?” But I never say this. Saying something like that in this house full of cheerleaders, top groupies, and many of their “Foine” friends… Is a sure way of being ostracized. I’d never meet a new gorgeous girl at a party to take back to my crib for the rest of my collegiate life.
I’m completely dumbfounded at this point. Like what the hell am I supposed to say to somebodies momma? The lady was old. She didn’t look her age… a little younger… but it wasn’t like she wasn’t push that good ‘ol 50 years old status. Makes me sick. Kate’s mom was cool as hell though. Sippin on water and not asking many obtrusive questions. I look over my shoulder and find another mom though. Why oh why is Jamison let this mom drop it like it’s hot? This woman is backing him up on the wall like Shaq would post up Jason Kidd. It was horrible. Don’t forget… this kid had a smile on his face. I swear that I must be dreaming. They couldn’t have just stopped and be like… for now on we invite all women of age to our house just to lighten up the party. That would be some bullshit.
I’m walking around with my make shift cherry limeade Bacardi drink feelin like a king. The woman gets off BJ and comes to talk to me. She say’s “I’m Kara’s mom. Do you know Kara?” I’m like “Yeah, I kick with her every now and then. She’s cool.”‘Ol girl’s mom looks over at me and is like….”Why do all the black guys know my daughter? Is she a jersey chaser? I wasn’t a jersey chaser, but if I met guys like you in my day I would be. You are very cute. Quite sexy.” She then proceeds to talk about her “onion” booty and how she and her daughter are alike… So wrong. I will take pictures next time shit like this happens. But as she’s getting into asking me whether I like mature women, Kara finally comes to get her mom… fully embarrassed. Now I will never forget Kara or her mother. But to you… what would you actually do if in my situation or Kara or Kate? I just know this for Damn Sure… I would never party with my mom. Never.
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