Like Pure Sin...
So I'm back from New Orleans, where I went out for the Essence Music Festival.
It sucked. It sucked balls. Not only were there no eligible men out there, the city smelled. It was a culmination of stenches from ass to liquor to sweat to vomit. And the sad part is, they did all they could to keep the city clean. There were clean up crews everywhere. I can't say so for sure, but Bourbon Street is a non-stop party. I went to sleep at 5 a.m. one night and the place was packed.
Overall, I had a blast, but I'm a simple creature. I had one fun filled night, so that's all I could ask for. All I know is that after Miami (which is still hanging in the balance, mind you), I'm not going anywhere with all females again. It was La'Keyia, myself and La'Keyia's friend Neha. We all had our periods, it was hot and we were just all cranky. So Friday and Saturday were filled with arguing. Things came to a heated head Sunday night, with La'Keyia and Neha yelling at each other in front of Harrah's on Canal Street and me disappearing on them. Once all that was over with, we hit a couple of clubs on Bourbon Street and had a blast.
So now about the Festival. It was retarded. I went to the John Legend/Alicia Keys concert Friday night and loved it. That was a HUGE highlight to my trip. They were both great. John Legend performed wonderfully, with his gay ass (thanks Corey). Alicia Keys was good as well. But here's a side note on Alicia: she better be happy she's got a bad body and beautiful voice, cuz ya girl canNOT dance!
Concert aside, the seminars and setup for the entire festival was just poorly planned. It was the 5th year, but you would not be able to tell. They need to rethink the whole thing, if you ask me. From location to timing, it needs to be revamped. Or they should at least contibute to making New Orleans better. From the cops to building the town itself. Once outside the French Quarter (and some parts inside), it's just terrible. There were abandoned buildings and I couldn't find a bank to save my LIFE. It was pretty disinvested, which surprised me for such a big tourist place. It doesn't look like it's grown at all since the whole fad started and it doesn't look like it's going TO grow if people don't start putting into it what they get out of it. But that's just one chick's view on the whole thing.
Now on to the man situation. You'd think if it was the Essence Festival, there would be plenty of handsome, progressive black men for women to choose from and vice versa for women. WRONG!! There was a SERIOUS shortage of good looking people and I don't know why. I mean, the most handsome 3 men there were Neha's friends and they were ALL being beasts. But, we had fun together, I have to admit. Jay, this handsome, handsome guy, was the most hilarious man I'd ever met, next to Ricardo. He had me in stitches the whole time we hung out. Then there was Dwayne and Cal. They were funny too, but not Jay funny. Cal was handsome, but he totally relied on his looks to get him chicks. Dwayne, had he had the confidence, he could pull more girls than Cal and Jay combined. But it was all fun, cuz they were lookin' out for us. Now I'm all about Corey, don't get me wrong, but I'm not dead and we're...interesting. Besides, a sister can't help but look. Unfortunately, there was nothing to look at, which sucked.
It was hotter than football player nuts, though. I was sweating in places I could never claim before. As each day passed, I wore less and less clothing, all insecurities out the window. By Sunday, it was a miracle I was wearing anything at all. See, Louisiana is below sea level, so when it's hot, it's HUMID. My hair is a mess. And I'm not a pretty sweater, not at ALL. My best feature is my face and thanks to great pores and good circulation, that's exactly where I sweat the most. So the make up that Neha and Keyia insisted I wore was screwed up minutes later, making the 10 minutes it took to put on absolutely pointless. I hate wasted time.
Complaints aside, I loved New Orleans and really had a good time. I spent some time with a whole new side of Keyia (ya girl's a pimp) and her crazy friend from L.A. but again, I don't plan on another trip involving women for a LONG TIME. I had a hell of a lot of fun and have experienced a lot since I've moved down south, I don't know if the North will ever catch me residing there again (midtown residential allowance aside, of course). I've traveled and seen things I probably wouldn't have otherwise. I made a good decision and the things I've seen have been unmatched so far.
One last note on New Orleans, though. Clean that place up, invest in it and do something about the smell. It stinks like pure sin...:-P
It sucked. It sucked balls. Not only were there no eligible men out there, the city smelled. It was a culmination of stenches from ass to liquor to sweat to vomit. And the sad part is, they did all they could to keep the city clean. There were clean up crews everywhere. I can't say so for sure, but Bourbon Street is a non-stop party. I went to sleep at 5 a.m. one night and the place was packed.
Overall, I had a blast, but I'm a simple creature. I had one fun filled night, so that's all I could ask for. All I know is that after Miami (which is still hanging in the balance, mind you), I'm not going anywhere with all females again. It was La'Keyia, myself and La'Keyia's friend Neha. We all had our periods, it was hot and we were just all cranky. So Friday and Saturday were filled with arguing. Things came to a heated head Sunday night, with La'Keyia and Neha yelling at each other in front of Harrah's on Canal Street and me disappearing on them. Once all that was over with, we hit a couple of clubs on Bourbon Street and had a blast.
So now about the Festival. It was retarded. I went to the John Legend/Alicia Keys concert Friday night and loved it. That was a HUGE highlight to my trip. They were both great. John Legend performed wonderfully, with his gay ass (thanks Corey). Alicia Keys was good as well. But here's a side note on Alicia: she better be happy she's got a bad body and beautiful voice, cuz ya girl canNOT dance!
Concert aside, the seminars and setup for the entire festival was just poorly planned. It was the 5th year, but you would not be able to tell. They need to rethink the whole thing, if you ask me. From location to timing, it needs to be revamped. Or they should at least contibute to making New Orleans better. From the cops to building the town itself. Once outside the French Quarter (and some parts inside), it's just terrible. There were abandoned buildings and I couldn't find a bank to save my LIFE. It was pretty disinvested, which surprised me for such a big tourist place. It doesn't look like it's grown at all since the whole fad started and it doesn't look like it's going TO grow if people don't start putting into it what they get out of it. But that's just one chick's view on the whole thing.
Now on to the man situation. You'd think if it was the Essence Festival, there would be plenty of handsome, progressive black men for women to choose from and vice versa for women. WRONG!! There was a SERIOUS shortage of good looking people and I don't know why. I mean, the most handsome 3 men there were Neha's friends and they were ALL being beasts. But, we had fun together, I have to admit. Jay, this handsome, handsome guy, was the most hilarious man I'd ever met, next to Ricardo. He had me in stitches the whole time we hung out. Then there was Dwayne and Cal. They were funny too, but not Jay funny. Cal was handsome, but he totally relied on his looks to get him chicks. Dwayne, had he had the confidence, he could pull more girls than Cal and Jay combined. But it was all fun, cuz they were lookin' out for us. Now I'm all about Corey, don't get me wrong, but I'm not dead and we're...interesting. Besides, a sister can't help but look. Unfortunately, there was nothing to look at, which sucked.
It was hotter than football player nuts, though. I was sweating in places I could never claim before. As each day passed, I wore less and less clothing, all insecurities out the window. By Sunday, it was a miracle I was wearing anything at all. See, Louisiana is below sea level, so when it's hot, it's HUMID. My hair is a mess. And I'm not a pretty sweater, not at ALL. My best feature is my face and thanks to great pores and good circulation, that's exactly where I sweat the most. So the make up that Neha and Keyia insisted I wore was screwed up minutes later, making the 10 minutes it took to put on absolutely pointless. I hate wasted time.
Complaints aside, I loved New Orleans and really had a good time. I spent some time with a whole new side of Keyia (ya girl's a pimp) and her crazy friend from L.A. but again, I don't plan on another trip involving women for a LONG TIME. I had a hell of a lot of fun and have experienced a lot since I've moved down south, I don't know if the North will ever catch me residing there again (midtown residential allowance aside, of course). I've traveled and seen things I probably wouldn't have otherwise. I made a good decision and the things I've seen have been unmatched so far.
One last note on New Orleans, though. Clean that place up, invest in it and do something about the smell. It stinks like pure sin...:-P
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