Tis Is I–Tif

So I throw a monthly happy hour, social and invite a few fellow bloggers.  It was a slow night, my DJ and a few friends decided to host a concert for some dude named Clifford Smith so the vibe was slightly different, and my crew of lesbian lushes didn’t show.  Fellow bloggers TTD and GTL who are also a couple showed up and we shared a few drinks when we realized GTD works with Micki and TTD works with me–dooo dooo dooo doo– dooo dooo dooo dooo.  Anyways after watching the undefeated NCAA football game and cackling about how one of my boys got clocked in the head with Micki ’s umbrella at 1am last weekend when his girlfriend found it in her car after he gave us a ride home–we headed home slightly inebriated.  Typical night.

Here’s where it gets interesting.  One of my boys who was also at the spot with us with his new girl who left prior to us leaving gives me a call.  He says his girl left and went to a club and was drugged and he just recovered her laying on a curb and returned her home.  Now he wants to go “get the motherfucker”.  I want to look out for my boy and any female taken advantage of but I got a “we will lock your black ass up for 10 years if you ever lay your hand on another human being in the next five years” clause hanging round my head– well for at least two more years.  So he assures me that I have to do nothing–so I tell him if he gets permission from my guardian–I will roll out.  Micki hears the story: “she was drugged??? let’s be out” and I trade in my slacks for something in black and we all roll out to the club.  It was closed.  so we meet up with our boy–an old school rapper from back in the days and we go bar to bar to find this mofo (we had a description). 

Unfortunately encyclopedia brown Micki also had a description of the drugged girlfriend.  Not unfortunate for us but for my boy-the boyfriend.  Micki gets the bartender to divulge that yes his girlfriend was in there with another woman and proudly pronouncing her lesbianism before leaving–undrugged.  Also the club that she claimed to be at–which is notorius for drug misuse–has not been open in weeks.

 Moral of the story?  Don’t try to get shit past Micki–not that I ever tried–I aint that stupid.  And that was our night.

 In other very more important news–I’ll believe it when I see it–baby girl is sposed to come home this weekend-9 years early.  We already paid for the plane ticket.  I am in a perpetual state of balled up emotions and will relapse/explode as soon as I am assured she has set foot on American soil.  Pray for us.