Boy, Benz, Beach and Bygones
The weekend again out did itself. I decided early last week that I needed a mental health day (my therapist is on vacation so that might explain it). I took Friday off and planned to do everything I can't do on the weekend. I planned to go my local neighborhood gallery G Fine Art and gallery 10. But instead, I went to have lunch with a friend and went art supply shopping at Utrecht's. I picked up some duck cotton canvas and decided to grab some charcoal. I went home, painted some but didn't really dedicate much time to finishing what I started. To be fair, it was Friday night!
I put on my hot thong JLo bathing suit and headed out. Yes, I went to a private pool party. I only knew a couple people there so I kept my eye on the door. For three hours, no one even remotely attractive walked through. I drank and took jello shots, and finally someone took me home.
Saturday was a little more interesting. I painted the day away and then put on my new favorite pair of jeans- the are Vigoss. Circle V and I headed for a hipster bar on the other side of Dupont. It was ok but greatness happened while I moseying my way home around the circle.
As I reached Mass Ave, a very hot black man pulled up to the stoplight in a fantastic silver, Mercedes convertible. I walked slowly around the front of his car making sure he would notice (note to readers: my ass looked very tight and very HOT). Of course, he pulled his car over and asked me if I wanted to go to a club with him. It was 1:30 in the am already and girlfriend here had to wake up at 6 to go to the beach. So casually, I say " I can't go to the club but I will let you give me a ride home". He of course, wants me to get in. I don't normally get in cars with strangers, but I make exceptions for convertibles and Mercedes... so I get in. He tells me his name and surprise surprise, he has an accent. He is from the Dominican Republic and so so cute. We cruise down Mass and chat about what we do, what we like, don't like and then he pulls over to let me off at home. We exchange numbers and agree to grab dinner sometime during the week. So I have a date with the car again!
I got in the elevator and notice that one of my neighbors has peed in it... So gross. It smells bad all the way up to the 8th floor. I walk straight to my bed and wake up 5 hours later. I pack for the beach and meet V down on the corner. She is so great, she brings me McDonald's breakfast... yum!
We rode to the beach, Rehoboth is three hours away. I slept in the car for the most part and wake up as soon as we get there. It is hot... like 95 degrees and I fry in the sun. Yes- I have some wicked tan lines today!
V and I of course stopped by the bar on the main drag of the boardwalk... We drank corona and then had an amazing extra vodka mudslide. It was amazing. After the drinks, I stumbled back to the car and jumped in. I was drunk and quite chatty.
About an hour in to the ride back, we stopped at Sonic. I had no idea. I had never been to a Sonic. It took care of my drunkenness and I passed out in the back seat the rest of the way home.
Sunday nights are reserved for Entourage. And as ususal, the show is no disappointment. Vince continues to be hot, Ari is outrageous, and Drama gets his ass kicked by a hs boy.
After this weekend of a new hot boy, a ride in the Benz, a fun filled day at the beach, the past disappears. Summer is here and I am ready for it. No more dwelling over what is or isn't. I am ready to move on to bigger and brighter horizons. So, as they say, let bygones be bygones.