Weekend update: Supa loves her city!
Never mind the love/hate tip she’s usually on. Sure, we’ve got unbearable traffic, a ridiculously overblown real estate market and overall cost of living, earthquakes, flash floods, wildfires, landslides, riots, gangs, a thuggish-ass police department, a defunct school district, virtually no culture (unless superficiality counts), mounting racial tensions, and random violence popping off from South Central to Beverly Hills -never mind all that! It was 85 fucking degrees this weekend, okay! I mean, why do you think we Angelenos put up with all that other bullshit for, our health?? Hells no! (or "hellous nous" or whatever Mwabi says!) It's because we get summer in the wintertime, that’s why!
Oh my gosh, it was just fucking beautiful. Perfect. Supa was a non-productive employee on Friday. Hear me? Look:
Feet kicked all up on the desk, basking in that Cali sunshine streaming through the blinds. Look again:
That there’s my desk, in my office, where Supa shoulda been. If she wasn’t out taking one of her 2 ½ hour lunch breaks – out eating, visiting with pals, errand running, shopping, and celling while rolling through these city streets with the Bob Marley tunes blaring through the speakers, the sunroof open and windows down. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta! Don't hate!
Then later, after Supa had bounced from the C.S.S. (Corporate Slave Ship), she just couldn’t stop! Scooped up Ruff Ryder #2 and The Pooch, took a drive down to Liemert Park (think: outdoor cultural strolling spot, black owned coffee shops, eateries, cafés, boutiques, bookstores, drumming in the park, etc.) to pick up some eats and walk the Pooch. We ended up getting a passionate lecture from this dude:
About the new Black Panther Party and the ills of capitalism and everything that happened as a result of our ancestors being dragged from Africa to what happened during slavery to (fill in the last one hundred years) to the alarming state of our youth of today. And hey, although he went off on a few completely unrelated tangents, Supa didn’t knock the young brother. He wasn’t sagging, sporting a doo-rag, and proclaiming “All Hail 50 Cent,” so he was alright with her.
Oh, and here goes Supa off on her on tangent – she use to be deathly afraid of these:
We saw one while walking in the park. Supa made The Girl hold it up so she could take a pic. Yes, it’s a freaking pine cone. When I was a Little Supa, I use to think pine cones were proof of alien life here on earth. Had some strange notion that if I picked one up, all the little aliens would come out, run up my arm, attack me, and strangle me to death. Don’t ask.
Wait! Supa wasn’t done! Back home, she got a call from one of her supa guy friends, who told her she really oughta jump on the back of his Harley and take a spin, since it was such a nice night. Look:
Okay, they’re kinda blurry, but the sun was setting and there’s no flash option on my Palm digital cam, but you get the idea.
Saturday was "just the girls" day. (Note: Ruff Ryder#1 is much too cool to be seen in public with Supa Sis, The Girl, and The Pooch) So we had our manicure/pedicures, Supa got freshly Brazilian waxed (ouch!) and facial-ed (aaahh!) and Pooch had her beautification appointment at the groomer's. We lunched, we lounged, we shopped.
Simply. Fucking. Fabulous!
Sunday - more lounging, more basking....then back into Ms. Mom mode, getting the household ready for the week - grocery shopping, laundry, homework checking, etc, Supa promising herself she'll get to work on time this week....
So, that’s Supa’s wrap-up. Hope all ya’ll had a cool (or hot!) weekend….