OK...this past weekend, I went back to my alma mater. And, I must say, I had a blast! And, I'm also proud to announce that I didn't see anyone that I knew from when I went there...that was still there...and in school. LOL!!
It's funny though how you forget people. There were several people that I saw that I hadn't seen in a long time...some who I hadn't seen since I graduated. These were all people that played different roles in your lives...and yet, as time moves on, they in essence get replaced. I guess the saying is right...people are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
What's even funnier is that...I am usually very good with names. So, I'm standing out of the step show...and I see this girl who I know...and we are reminiscing about old times. We talking about this...and that...then we see someone else that I haven't seen in forever. And, I'm like...what is her name? And, she's like..that's so and so. And, I'm like...ohhh...that's right. Then I proceed to tell my friend how I saw someone at this happy hour event...and talked to the girl for at least 15 minutes...and knew her...but couldn't for the life of me remember her name. Then we both start laughing....and what about my friend pulls my card...and she's like...so what's my name. And, I say very matter-of-factly...Tasha! WOMP! WOMP! WOMP! Wrong Answer! Thanks. The Management! LOL LMAO! And, she is like...no...but close...it's Tonya! Um....yeah...who was looking like Boo Boo the Fool? (me jumping up and down) Me me me me!! LOL!
And, then...on top of that...at least 4 people came up to me...1 who I had never met in my life...to tell me how I was their mentor in college! And, I'm like...thanks for saying that...but now I feel older than a wolf! It was definitely flattering, though, to be appreciated!
I also went home this weekend for my city's annual African American Heritage Festival. It is like Black Homecoming in my hometown...lots of people come back just for the festival. It is always good to go home and see the people that helped to raise you. I can attest to the fact that I was indeed raised by a village...and my hometown was definitely my village. Be that as it may, coming home also makes me realize that I truly did grow up in small town America. You gotta love small towns and the folks that live there! My fellow Eustonians crack me the hell up! So many comments...too many to count . Plus, I had some shrimp at the festival that made me want to slap the cook AND my mama!! I don't know what it was they seasoned with...but they put not only their big toe...but their entire foot in those shrimp!! In fact, I want to go and find those people and tell them to fire up the fryer/grill wherever they have to and fix me some shrimp b/c I could've eaten those shrimp until I literally got sick.
Being from a small town, but now living in a large city...it's funny when you come back and see small town folk (and yes I can rightfully say small town folk...b/c though I'm from small town, my parents have always told me that I'm a city boy who just happened to be raised in a small town...lol). Like the girl who thought that it was cute to get her hair colored red and blonde...walking around looking like a damn rooster. NOT CUTE. Or the guy who was walking around in this black velour jumpsuit when it was 77 degrees out. NOT CUTE and HOT AS HELL! Or the guy who I swore had a damn Jheri curl. HELL TO THE NAW. Or the big girl who was wearing a spandex type turquoise blue jumpsuit (hold on...just had a recurring mental picture and once again threw up in my mouth!). SOOO NOT CUTE...and in fact, an ABOMINATION! Or the various bright ass colored wigs that I saw. Or the man that had perm. Or one of my old friends who is now a proclaimed preacher...yet has a grill that's blinging more than most. LOL...you GOTTA LOVE THAT!! Or the countless gold teeth that I saw...I could go on and on...but I wouldn't trade it from the world b/c home is home...and definitely where the heart is! LMAO!!
Anyways, a great weekend I had indeed!!
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