Daughter of Eve

A friend of mine recently told me about a movie she watched a couple of weeks ago.  There was a particular scene in the movie where 2 people were involved in some kind of skirmish and one was knifed to death.  The murderer picked up his phone in a panic and phoned a friend and told him to come over with some bin liners a knife and some tape and the friend promptly sprang into action , assembled the items he had been asked to get, hopped into his car and hot tailed it to the other side of town where his friend was waiting.  This got my friend and i thinking about who we would call in a similar situation / at a time of crisis and without even needing to think about it i knew who my bin bag, knife and tape crew would be! Do you?  I may not have murdered anyone but the members of my bin bag and knife crew have stuck by me through thick and thin, held me back when i have felt like i might kill someone and have lifted me up when i was down (they have also helped me plot and scheme)

The next is my friend who for the purpose of this blog I will call “GOLDEN” this is my girl!  From our first meeting at school when we became firm friends whilst sitting outside out English class preparing to be blasted by the teacher for not doing our homework this chick has always been there.  She was my look out when i needed one, my drinking buddy, my ally and part time enemy. Even in high school she did not do “judgement” she just let you get on with it.  I love this chick because there is no shame in her game! she is who she is and if you don’t like it don’t look. we can speak candidly and honesty to each other and on my small Utopian island she would be minister of defence because my girl has a crazy violent side!

My anthem for this summer is Doneo - Party Hard - this sounds so good blasting from some heavy speakers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS2QtS8TFHQ&feature=related

I have been so busy at work that I have not been updating my blog as often as  I would like.  Today has been slightly better and so i thought that I’d fill ya’ll in.  Well this weekend was full of revelations and confessions.  It was totally surreal and I am actually still stunned at some of the stuff I heard.  I had the girls over on Saturday night ( the girls being my ex colleagues from a place that I used to work before I started at my present job) for our quarterly catch up session.  This normally involves plenty of wine, plenty of food and plenty of juicy gossip. One of my friends has been living with her boyfriend for the past 5 years and they have had a VERY tumultuous relationship.  On Saturday she announced that they had split up and that he would be moving out shortly.  We were all really happy for her as she has been miserable for the longest time.  He has also been cheating and has been caught out more than once! I have no problem with people sticking with their cheating no good partners but I think it was Tu Pac that said” keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open” I do worry about my friend catching HIV and becoming another statistic and I encourage people to take care of their health. Any way the stalker was calling her ALL NIGHT and in the end I got fed up and turned her phone off.  We were all feeling very empowered and generally  invincible (this may have something to do with wine that the 4 of us had downed ) I remember us telling her that her where abouts were no longer his concern and that it was time for her to break free!! She seemed to be enjoying her new found freedom and did not object and so we generally made merry for the rest of the night before we went to bed at about 1am………..then at 2:30am I heard my door bell ring - I rolled over and poked the chick whom I shall refer to as Thumbelina and said to her “your man is down stairs” at this point I had not checked to see who it was but I have dealt with enough psycho men (especially the ones that cheat) to know that there was no way that he was going to take the fact that she switched off her phone very well.

This loser is used to being in control, he is used to running her life what she wear what she eats etc, he also needs to be able to reach her whenever he wants where ever she is.   Now lets rewind a little….about half an hour before,  we were all nicely snuggled up in bed, some people slept on the floor and Thumbelina and I were in my bed and we were generally chatting about relationships and life when Thumbelina announced that she had something to tell us, we quietend down and waited expectantly and then she just came out with it “ I am bisexual”…………silence…………………………………I was in shock and was at a loss for words.  My first though was “what the ****!! She tells me this and is lying here in my bed with nothing between her and my scantily clad body except a duvet!!!! Then I thought I had better say something so I was like “its cool, it happens when did you know?” she told us that she had known since she was 12 and that she has been cheating on her man with some chick that lives up North.

Suddenly it all clicked into place, I finally understood why her man flew into a jealous rage when she said that she was coming to mine for a sleep over! Shortly after that the door bell rang and I knew immediately that it was him.  So I climbed out of bed and went to the living room and stuck my head out of the window to see who was at the door (the joys of living in a 1^st floor apartment) I could not see any one but when I called out a gruff voice shouted back “tell Thumbelina to come down here please” Now part of me was like hell no mother f*cker you don’t know me like that! How dare he turn up at 2:30 in the morning, give me commands , disregard the fact that my neighbours were sleeping and stand at my front door brazen as anything bringing his fucked up drama to my house!!! I was pissed at my friend for letting her man treat her like a kid and I was pissed at my self for not having a man around to go downstairs and set this brother straight on etiquette and proper behaviour!!!!

So Thumbelina went down stairs and they started having a heated argument at the base of the stairs leading up to my flat – they stood there hissing angrily at each other for 20 minutes, he told her to get her stuff and come home – she refused, he asked her who was in my flat – she said “people”, he told her that he wanted to come up and see for himself and she said “no” - just as well because the only reason I did not call the police when he turned up was because a/ he was out side, there were 2 doors and a flight of stairs between us, b/ my friend had to go back to the house where he lives the next day c/ I did not want to  alarm my neighbours and the fact that the fool used the word “please” told me that he was pissed off but not totally insane!

Had he tried to climb the stairs And enter my flat – you would be reading a very different story!! I don’t mess, I have the police on speed dial and it’s a sad but true fact that they will not hesitate to “correct” a brother!! This country is not a very good place to be if you are a black man at the best of times!!

So they had it out downstairs and eventually she came back up stairs a bit shaky but feeling empowered, clutching a Nokia charger!! Apparently she told him that her battery died and that’s why she was incommunicado.  I kind of felt sorry for the dude though – at one point I could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded with her to come home – he had been going through her stuff after she had left and logged on to her e-mail account  only to discover some steamy, sexy mails from Thumbelina to her lesbian lover and that tipped the guy over the edge.

I not quite sure what to make of it all, to be honest I was relieved when they all left my house the next day. On Sunday I went to a lovely gastro pub with a friend that I had not seen a while and had the best roast dinner I have had in ages washed down with come cider ( bring on the summer!!)

On Saturday during our little truth and reconciliation session it also transpired that I am the only one (our of that particular group of friends) that has not had a threesome! FREAKS!!!