Mitzi Moments

After spending the two nights of watching the Republicans belittle Barack and insult the intelligence of everyday Americans, my nerves were beyond bad. And while I know the most powerful thing I can give the good Senator is my vote, me and the crew plunked down our litte donation and headed to our very first group Obama fundraiser. And it was… interesting.

First of all, it took me about thirty minutes and four complete outfit changes to figure out what appropriate afterwork business attire looks like- Somehow, the sweat shorts and ripped tank top that normally wear aroud the crib seemed a little too casual. Go figure. Now keep in mind, there were two donor levels- either $25 or $100. Um, what you know about the a/c only working in the $100 donor’s VIP room? By the time the speaker, Carla Harris (I’ve been told she’s a prominent investment banker hit the stage), it looked like she’d just stepped out of a sauna. The sweat was just sliding down her face as she extolled everyone in the room to vote for Obama. Huh? I thought the reason we were there was because we had already decided to vote for Obama? Shouldn’t she have been telling the suited up “I work in finance. Here’s my card” masses to go out and find that pinktoe from Iowa that they went to business school with and convince them to vote for Obama? I’m just saying. But before I could really contemplate this discrepency, D-Nice jumped on the turntables and the whole thing turned into a Thursday night party at the Latin Quarters. Lord, give me the strength… Somehow, I don’t think that getting your 2-step on is exactly part of the Obama/ Biden campagin strategy but you know how we do.
My mom insists that I get nervous too quickly and that I should have more faith. But I think that’s easy for her to say… when things go sour and Sarah Palin is snatching books on evolution out public libraries nationwide (did you know that as a Mayor, Palin banned certain books from her town’s library?)and forcing seventeen year olds to get married (did you see that poor boy’s face?), Elsa can just bounce back to Panama. I on the other hand, don’t speak a lick of Spanish or make enough moola to even move to a more gentrified part of Harlem let alone out of the country. So forgive me for feeling like I have more to lose when I hear John McCain’s crazy can’t remember how many houses he owns ass talking like the recession is something that I made up in my mind.

Gotta say, for a moment this whole Sarah “rabbit-out-the-hat” Palin situation looked like a swift kick in the neck to the Obama ticket. Afterall, she’s like an uneducated middle American dream- 80s hair clip and all. Married to the high school sweetheart with five kids, conservative, anti-abortion, just green enough to matter and gangster (gotta give homegirl props for trying to strong arm the state police into firing her ex-brother in law).

But upon closer inspection-you’ve got the eldest son who was a “bit of a hot head” that’s now enlisted in the army, the knocked-up 17 year-old daughter playing hide the tummy with the Down’s baby and my fave is the amazing, supportive, union member husband who she couldn’t wait to introduce as a world class snowmobiling champion. Only to find out dude has a DUI under his belt and a bit of a drinking problem.
Well alrighty then. Looks like it’s gonna be a bumpy ride to November.

Err-umm, why did Barack Obama just singlehandedly bring back the lightskin black man????
Not since the days Christopher Williams and Al B. Sure has anyone cared this deeply what a brother with wavy hair had to say about any damn thing. I am so excited to part of this historical moment. Obama is the truth.
Trust, I’ll be saying a prayer every day from now until election day. Cause I know every redneck in the backwoods of America who swore up and doen it could never happen is now rev’d up and about to mobilize in order to prevent this man from stepping foot into the big House.

We lost Ebony a.k.a Sweetie-Sweetie this morning. She had to hightail it back to Oakland to be ready for work on Saturday morning. Even though we’ve only spent four days together, I was really, really sad to see her go.
One of best things about going on vacation is meeting new people. No matter who you leave home with, there’s always interaction with new and interesting and yes sometimes, scary strangers.
So far in the Vineyard I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the aforementioned Ebony, Samantha (another one of the USC girls), Jeff (Sam’s husband), Big D (a 300lb Omega who’s still rockin the purple t-shirt he pledged in back in the 80s), Big Al (a former gangbanger who loves to sing karaoke) and Jason (a hardcore I-talian with an eye for the curvy brown girls). Fun times I tell ya, fun times…

Turns out the bike riding is just what the doctor ordered to strech out the crazy muscle that’s been kiling me softly for a week. Unfortunately, I’m so out of shape-or as I prefer to call it, soft and squishy- the three miles that we rode to the beach (and another three back), almost sent me to an early grave. With each push of the petal, I kept thinking dear God did I really do this EVERY freaking day when I was a kid? How in the world did I not give myself a heart attack?? Good grief. The only thing that stopped me from simply falling over into the ditch on the side of the street was the fact that I knew none of my equally unbalanced homegirls could’ve saved me. And I’d be the broken up chick on the side of the road in Edgarstown waiting for the ambulance to come get me and all my parts. Not cute.

But as usual, the actual beach was fun. Sure there was no soft white sand or seventy degrees, crystal clear aqua water but it was still a rocking, Pomegranate wine cooler, very opaque green water, seaweed filled time. At least until the jelly fish showed up. Then we scooted (yes, scooted) our jiggly behinds right up to the towels and prayed for the strength to pedal back.
Note to self: jellyfish are better viewed from behind the glass in an aquarium and I will never, ever, ever need to attend a spin class.