From Roller Skating To Running From The Police

Disabled Parking Sign

The first time I was at Chris’ house chilling with a friend and then we decided we were going to go roller skating at Cascades so we went to Walmart to buy socks, as we didn’t have any. Chris parked in a disabled space, waiting for us outside (Why I do not know… I didn’t even realize at the time.) We were by the tills about to pay for the socks when we heard a policeman talking to the checkout girls about some guy that they were looking for. The police man was showing the girls somebody’s license and asking if they had seen the person. I didn’t think anything of it, until my friend whispered to me that it was Chris’ license. I thought that she must have got it wrong… after all we just left him in the car less than 20 minutes previously.

I Was Carjacked On The Way To Club 112

Champagne on Ice

It was just after Dominica’s 21st birthday and going to be her first over 21 clubbing experience in Atlanta. It was towards the end of the Semester, during exam period, but we didn’t give a fukkk we were ready to partaaay! We were going out with Chris; our Morehouse friend (well back then we didn’t know him that well as we had only met him a few weeks previously, but he was a fun loving guy and we were going out with him for about the third time in two weeks.) The club of choice was 112 on Cheshire Bridge Road. (Man I loved that place so much I still remember the name of the road) Dominica was hyped to be going, as it would have been her first time there.

Did You Know That It Is Against The Law For A Black Woman To Travel Alone?

I had checked in my two pieces of luggage and had an hour and a half until departure. I went to the bar opposite the airport (the airport is tiny) for some rum and cokes with the little money that I had left, when I heard my name being broadcast all over the frickin airport on a tannoy. I didn’t catch what exactly what was being said with my name but whatever they were saying my name was repeated THREE times. I thought that perhaps I had missed something and the flight was leaving earlier than scheduled and I was late boarding. I downed my drink and rushed to gate 3 where my flight was scheduled to leave from. I told a man at the gate my name and was left standing while my name was being passed around in hushed tones like I was the target of some ongoing surveillance operation. Finally I was directed to a woman sitting behind a desk who told me, “I am police.”

In Tobago I Found Out How Skinny People Stay That Way

On my last night we went and had dinner together at the Kariwak Hotel, and there was a buffet which amounted to TT$240 (£24 or $48) each which is rather expensive by Trinidadian standards. She had been talking about the place non stop for two days and when we got there all she ate was one piece of potato and bits of roasted vegetable. She picked up some mint lamb but never ate it. If I wanted to eat some roasted veg I sure as heck wouldn’t play that much for the pleasure.

Going to Convento With My Portuguese MySpace Buddy Helder

In the evening I called my MySpace buddy Helder. Well I should say acquaintance because I only started talking to him the week before and communication was difficult cos my Portuguese isn’t all that. However he seemed to know a lot of clubs in Lisbon and offered to take us to a club in Santo Amaro called ConVento.

Karaoke In A Lisbon Bar

After trekking the streets we finally found a place that had room for four nights, on Rua Dos Bacalhoeiros. At 35 Euro a night it was even cheaper than the hostel, clean and in a great location above a restaurant. It was a guest house run by two old ladies. We were estatic and paid the deposit immediately.

Meeting Skateboard P On New Year’s Day in Porto Da Barra

My friend BG has taken to calling Paulo Skateboard P. I asked him why and he said that it was because when he asked me who famous I liked, I said Pharell (looks and dress style) and since that is Pharell’s nickname and Paulo’s name begin’s with a P and fanices himself as bit of a “hippy” he was the substitute.

Attempting To Gatecrash The Brazilian Samba Dance Class

In 5 weeks I’ll be in Brazil, with no clothes and throwing dem bows because I can’t dance samba! I made it worse for myself by going for a “quick drink” after work. Is there such thing as a quick drink? All I know is that one bottle of wine quickly turned into two. Alcohol makes you do the craziest things because after boozing, Kate (Mr Slappy/Shaky Lip’s Dream Date) and I decided that we would gatecrash the samba class an hour into it. We didn’t have any money left to pay for it since we spent it all on alcohol and chips, but in our alcoholic haze we thought we’d go along and jump right in for free since there would probably be no one collecting money by then anyways. WRONG

Haggling For A Taxi In Senegambia

Gambian Cab

We hailed a cab from outside the hotel which took us directly to the tourist strip. There were not many people out as most of them were probably at the concert. We started off drinking at a Pizzeria. The man serving the drinks seemed to take a liking to me and served me a triple shot instead of a single. (RESULT!) He said he was 28. I thought he was lying because he looked about 40. Deborah said that he must have just had a hard life. Anyhow it made me chuckle. When he served the next drink as a single instead of adding a little extra I was time to move on.

Barbecue in Salvador Da Bahia

Brazilian Acaraje

So it has been almost a week since I have been in Bahia and I have done as I promised…which is to drink copius amount caprinha and stuff myelf with acarje… I have eaten so much of the stuff that I no longer get the runs from eating it… HOOORAY! I think my stomach has adjusted. At the moment I am sitting in an internet cafe opposite the beach.