Yep, it's about that time. I, Malika S. Flowers, am officially just a week and a half from being 30 years old. I knew that I'd want to do something big for the day (I am Malika for God's sake), but I had no clue what. I'd gone through so many changes and hadn't done any planning but I got on the phone with my homeboy Roderick one night, and he told me that he'd help me plan a party. God, I love Roderick. He actually reads my blog (hi Rod!!) so it's crazy to me when we talk and he asks me about my blog. I'd even disclosed to him who the ultrasecretive "Him" is.
We got together along with our friend Daisy one night and we ended up checking out a few spots for me to have it. It felt so good to hang out with them. Daisy used to be a server at Maggiano's until she got her degree in education and became a Spanish teacher. Due to her doing her thing, me doing the mom thing, and Roderick doing his own thing, we really hadn't gotten to see one another in a while. I don't think that either of them know how much hanging out that night meant to me. We laughed and caught up with one another's lives since we'd last seen one another. Roderick ended up hanging with another friend that night and Daisy and I rode on to Eastside Lounge to catch up to our other homeboy Raphael.
The next day I'd felt like it was all a wonderful dream. It was only a few years ago that we were all regulars at Apache Cafe and MJQ, and now life had made us all float into other directions. Thank goodness for Facebook or we'd probably never see or hear from one another. Not because we don't love one another, but it seems that's just how life is.
Caleb will be 3 in a few months and I really haven't been on the scene like that since right before I got pregnant. Once I was with child, I'd only made the occasional starring appearance. How I'd missed my homies. I even told Daisy and Roderick that I enjoy going to some of my old stomping grounds and having new heads look at me like "who the hell is that?!" as I walk up and get and show love to and from many of Atlanta's finest artists. Trust me, the underground music scene in Atlanta is a fickle one. I still make the occasional appearance at MJQ (the bouncer is my homie and he sometimes asks for tit pics via text messages, which is a part of the reason that we love him) but needless to say, it's just not the same. Such is life, I guess.
So anyway, I swear I'd put Daisy and Roderick through so much as I had them combing the internet and city for the perfect venue. Thankfully I found a cool spot that has everything I want, plus they cater. Oh yes, this is gonna be BIG. :)
While on the topic of aging and changes, I guess I'll take this time to commemorate my 100th blog post. Every now and again I'll comb through my old postings. I have to say, that not to toot my own horn, but I guess I am a pretty good writer. As hokey as it sounds, I even sometimes laugh at my own ramblings out loud.
A while ago, just for giggles, I googled the web address of my blog. I'd actually discovered that someone had linked to the blog I'd written on Chris Brown and Rihanna. I was actually pretty floored and humbled by that. I remembered the many fights that Pookie and I have had, and I remember the sweet things he'd done too. I wish I hadn't deleted the post about my birthday last year.
It's been such a long beautiful journey. At one point I was going to change my web address when I'd found out that fat tacky jealous skeezer was reading my blog, but after talking to my homie who works at MJQ, I decided to leave it. He reminded me that I've got a few loyal readers and that this is me and what I do, and people love it so I'd just have to accept that the fat bitch was going to jock me regardless.
So anyway, thank you loyal readers (including you, you fat pill popping, alcoholic hooker, Chloe Colbert) for reading my blog and sharing in the beauty, growth, and wonderment that is my life. Here's to another 30 years and another 100 blogs *cheers*
Malika
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CHEERS!
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