By Crystal Starlight
Canadians, Jamie Foxx, and Monopoly Money
Part 1: Canadians
As my captive readers, I delight in knowing you can come with me vicariously through my adventures. Now that life is back to normal, and exercise and diet have moved back into my schedule, let me catch you up to speed on the last month. In three, fun words:
Canadians, Jamie Foxx, and monopoly money. (Okay so six, but who’s counting?)
After the escapades of May 10 weekend a slow recuperation process was in order. To be exact, I don’t actually remember being awake until Tuesday. Checking emails and Myspace, I’m forced to address work and -- what is this?
“Hey Pretty Girl!!
I’m booked for Vegas … we can start with the premature ‘uh-ohs’ now.
See you soon!
-V-”
And in quick succession:
“Hey Dearie,
I’ll be there this week! Thursday, May 17 until Monday morning. I’m preparing myself for our disastrous reunion!!! LOL!
I’ll call you this week!
-V-”
I had almost forgotten. Almost. Canadians … from Toronto. Crazy ones too. I hope they don’t expect me at my prime.
Thursday, May 17
12:00 AM
As per the Canadians, Thursday was supposed to be a “light night” at Tryst (remember how well those go?). Yeah, well this one went better. After slothing around the house on auto pilot and attempting my hair and make up I only made it a mile before my car adamantly jerked to the left, courtesy of an errant nail. This is after I spent 20 minutes wondering why it wouldn’t take air at the gas station. (There’s nothing like being bent over a dirty tire in the middle of a Shell station in club wear.) I’m going home.
Friday, May 18
Harrah’s Hotel and Casino
10:00 PM (Club attempt, Take 2)
While waiting for some of our friends on the Strip outside Harrah’s, a local pedestrian offered us an interesting invitation for the evening.
“Hey! How are you guys? My name’s Tre. Do ya’ll want to go to a crazy party around the corner?”
Around the corner? Ha. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Only if it’s CRAZY, Tre!” I quipped.
“Oh, it’s crazy! There’s bitches in panties!”
There was something strangely humorous about his emphasis on “bitches-in-panties”. Or maybe it was the combination of his fluorescent green shirt and aviator glasses.
“Really!” He continues, pointing to our friend Jay. “I know this guy likes bitches in panties!”
“That I do,” says Jay, sharing the amusement only our group seems to understand. I wonder if this is a normal day for Tre. We let it go on a few more comical minutes, and Jay thanked us for it later.
“THANKS for saving me guys. Way to hop right in! Crap.”
“Hey,” says Vince, “we didn’t want to interrupt the Tre and Jay show. Besides, if Pure sucks we can go ‘party around the corner’, eh?”
(Stay tuned for Canadians continued!)
Precocious entrepreneur, workaholic and a rabid perfectionist Crystal Starlight knows a thing or two about getting ahead at a young age. Email her at [email protected]