Motown Philly Back Again…

Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh!!!!! Whats up Blog world?!?!?!?! Don’t lie you know you started singing Boys II Men too!!! You just busted out all of your best 90s dance moves. How do I know??? Because I did the same thing when coming up with the title.  This weekend was much needed break for me. A sort of release. What did I do??? I went to Philly… to run a spartan race. How is that relaxing you ask?? I have no idea because nothing about that race was relaxing.  It was so much fun though!!! Bridget and I drove there. It what was supposed to be like an one and half hour drive turned into 3 hours because TRAFFIC IN THE CITY SUUUUUUUCKS!!!!!! S.U.C.K.S!!!

 

We made it to Philly around 9 and the first thing on our mind was: CHEESESTEAKS! We went to South street and drove around for 30 minutes looking for parking. Finally we said “Screw it” and paid 20 bucks to park. We walked for a bit and met up with two of her friends. From there we hit the holy grail of cheese steaks… JIMS. Let me take a minute to break down this place for you. IT.WAS.AMAZING!!! The vibe was out of the world. The service was simple and great and the food… LAWD the food!!! I had a cheesesteak with provolone cheese.

 

IT.WAS.MAGIC!!!! That cheesesteak gave me all of my life and they played good music the entire time we were there. I grooved while I chewed. Not going to lie… I lost all my cool when 702 came on. Took me back to freshman year at HPU jamming with my girls!!! Anyway after  eating and walking around we headed to our hotel because we needed sleep. Oh how we needed sleep. ZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Sleep didn’t come until after midnight though because Bridget and I turn into 10 year old girls giggling at every little thing. Anything and everything had us in a fit of giggles for what seemed like forever.

SATURDAY SATURDAY SATURDAY!!!!!!

I wake up at the ass crack of dawn because for some reason I thought that I had overslept. I was also really really excited to race because I haven’t raced since June. OH MAH GAH KHRYS IS BACK IN THE GAME!!!!!! Did I train like I was supposed to?? We all know the answer to that: HELL NO!!! I didn’t care though!! I WAS READY TO DO THIS!!! I was also excited because I always run for a reason. This race was dedicated to my Uncle Jeff. He passed not too long ago and I never got to say good bye. I ran because I knew it would make him proud. I also ran for what I always run for: Black Lives Matter. I run for those  beautiful black lives that were taken too soon. I push myself  because nothing that I go through will equal the pain that they felt. I run for them and will continue to as long as I have breath in my body.

Out of the 20 something obstacles we had, I only failed two!!! The rig and the spear throw. The rig is known to me as long leg hell. Its not very high off of the ground so the minute I get going, my feet drag and my body automatically thinks that its time to stand. Spear throw is known as “F*&$(# you” Everyone… EVERYONE.E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E LOATHES that damn obstacle. You know why??? Because there a 98% chance that you won’t hit the target. Well… I hit the target and then the damn thing fell out of the target. THE HELL?!?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?!  I made everything else though. I ran with two awesome souls. Bridget and Tricia. We laughed a lot. We chatted a lot but most important we had fun and stuck together.

 

We were going to do a second lap but that heat was brutal and we said “Screw it. Lets go eat” We went to the bar under the stadium and met with all the other Nut job spartans. Bridget and Tricia caught up while Tricias husband Tom and I chatted and had our own sing offs. Thats right we belted out every song that came on over the speakers. We were having our Star Search moment( Do you remember that show?? Host was Ed Mcmann before he went to Publishers Clearing House). We also made up words to 98% of the songs because we didn’t know the words. In our defense though it was songs that NO ONE really knows the words to. I met up with other spartans from Facebook and friends that I have run or partied with at some point since moving here to NYC. One of those people that I ALWAYS love to see is Hershey. HERSHEY IS THE BOMB!!! Hershey is a ray of Latin Sunshine. She is a force all on her own and I love her.  She’s an amazing individual with a big heart. She is also that person that can talk you into doing some shit you had no intentions of doing. She got me once last year but I learned my lesson this year. She wasn’t able to pull me into doing lap #2 but I did get a hug. After many drinks, some bacon ranch fries  and a few hours of chatting; We all loaded up our things and hobbled to the hotel room where we all took turns taking naps while one of us showered. We laughed and joked a lot. We shared stories, soooo many laughs and just good energy. IMG_6794

We got all dressed up and went out to do what normal adults do: Meet with other adults and have a night of dinner and fun. We were meeting another set of Bridget’s friends later for dinner but we were HONGRY right then. We parked on South Street, got out in all of our cute girly glory and went to Lorenzo’s for pizza. This pizza… was UNREAL!!! It was the biggest slice of pizza I have ever seen in my LIFE!!! It took up 3 plates so me and Bridget split it.

 

We walked around South Street for a bit and then went downtown to meet up with Bridget’s friends at a restaurant that was farm to table. I forget the name of it but the place was amazing and the drinks were even BETTER. 9p hits and ALL of us are yawning!! 9P y’all. OFFICIAL OLD GEEZERS!!!! Tricia and her husband had to head back to Maryland and Bridget other friends had to head out because they had to be up early the following morning. That left me and Bridget. We went back and forth on “Do we go out?? Yes. Wait.. Im tired and my feet hurt… But we got CUTE for tonight!!! I don’t want to waste my pretty!!!!” Finally we settled on a drink at Del Friscos.” So drinks at Del Friscos ended with us waiting FOREVER for the bartender to take our order and the old white people next to me kept rolling their eyes and giving snooty looks. WHATEVER HEFFA!!! We were there maybe 30 minutes. We paid, grabbed our things and bounced.  But first we had to go see what I had been wanting to see since they installed it. We went to see the giant afro pick!!!!! YAAAAAAS!!! Y’all… It was EVERYTHING!!! That giant afro pick with the black power fist for the handle spoke VOLUMES to me. Embrace who you are. Be proud and STRONG  and fight!!! Be bold and not ashamed to be different. BE AMAZING!!! Embrace your black baby. Love your black. FIGHT for your black.

 

By the end of the night my feet WERE SINGING. The were singing in Mystikals voice “BITCH GET OFF ME!!!”  Bridget and I grabbed an uber to the hotel, changed to our comfy clothes and then went back down stairs to see if there were any cute guys at our hotel bar. There were NONE so we went back upstairs and crashed. CRASHED!!!

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!!!

We woke up this morning, packed our things, put on comfy clothes and went to do what we do best. EAT!!! We hit up Morning Glory diner and basically ate our weight in waffles, pancakes, biscuits and bacon. NO REGRETS!!! We gave ZERO fucks and enjoyed EVERY BITE that we took.   I got the maple bacon waffles and hash brown. Bridget got some kind of egg and pancake special. After breakfast and three cups of coffee were were REVVED and ready to go explore more. We went to do what everyone else does. We went to the Rocky Stairs and ran them!!!! We made it to the very top, did our victory dance and then headed out to the indoor market for FOOD!!!!

 

I forget the name of the indoor market but its basically just FOOD!!! Booth after booth after booth after booth and they all served food!!! WINNING!!!! Our goal was to make it to Dinic’s. I had the brisket sandwich with provolone , spinach and some kind of broccoli. So we sat next to this lady who seemed nice.  My sandwich came out and I was about to take a bite when I heard this lady BELCH!!! She BELCHED y’all!!! The pictures will show you how it happened. I was like “Did this heffa just belch like no one would hear that?!?!?! You just belched like a 50 year old trucker who just finished six pack of beer!!!

 

That first bite CHANGED MY LIFE!!! God himself made that sandwich!!! SOOOOOO GOOD!!! After demolishing our late lunch, we walked for cupcakes and then headed home.

 

 

This weekend was AMAZING!!! I got to see old friends and make new ones. I got to see some of the most gorgeous black men I have ever seen. I ate some of the most amazing foods. I got to share my weekend with three amazing people. I can’t wait to do it all again

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Damn I’m Getting Old

This week I have been off from work. I have had no obligations to ANYONE for an entire week!!! Do you know how awesome that feels? OHHHHH MAHHHH GAAAAAAHHHH! What have I done for a week?? Joined a gym, slept, ate, drank a little, indoor rock climbing, ate, slept, slept, drank, oh and got massages. Here is something that I realized this week IM GETTING OLD!!!!  Here are the many ways I know I’m aging

  1. I wake up and have no desire to comb my hair… I ain’t trying to impress anyone
  2. I have no sexy lingerie. NONE!!!
  3. I have aches and pains that I have never had before. This lower back pain is for the birds man!!!
  4. I grunt when I stand up
  5. I sneezed… and peed a little bit!!!
  6. I prefer to sit on my sofa and watch hallmark movies than going out and meeting people my age

Number 5 was the kicker though. I was like “Oh my damn I’m turning into my grandmother at the ripe age of 36!!!! WHY LAWD WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

Sure I try new things to try to keep from aging at a super rapid rate (rock climbing, OCR, Surfing… Whatever adrenaline thing I can find) but hot damn there are still aspects of aging that sneak in. **face palm**

Isolated?? HAHAHAHAHA

I always say that I am not a people person and that I like being alone. Its the truth. I’m with people 5 days a week and two of them are toddlers that NEVER stop talking; so I really do enjoy my solitude on my days off. Yesterday I spent my evening at the Baily- Holt house. I made plans to go and actually had to make myself get up off of my couch 3 hours early just to make it out there. I sat by a fountain near by… in solitude. I had 45 minutes to go and was on the verge of turning around and going back home, sitting back on my couch and binging on movies. I didn’t do it. I joined a few people from church and talked with some of the residents of the Baily- Holt house and I can’t describe how amazing it was. A dark cloud that has been hanging over me the past few months was lifted. Thats the only way to describe it. So I walked the short distance to the train station and plugged in my ear buds and pulled up a puzzle game on my phone… To isolate myself. Yeh 5 minutes in a big white dude and his two children come and stand by me.The youngest was maybe 5 or 6. She sat next to me. Dad and oldest daughter are arguing. Lil Bit leaned over “What ya doing?” “Playing a puzzle game” “Can I help?” “Uhhhhh Sure” So she leaned on my shoulder and her little painted bitten off fingernails helped move pieces across my screen. Then she goes “What are you listening to? Sounds good.” “Sho Baraka” She basically takes over my phone. NO PERSONAL SPACE!!!! She takes an earbud from my hand and places it to her ear. “Daddy can I listen to what she’s listening to?? Its Sho Baaaa something” He stopped arguing with his oldest daughter to look at me with question. And I told him “Its Sho Baraka. Clean Christian Rap” He said it was ok. This little girl and I shared my earbuds while she played games on my phone. I figured it would only last for a little bit. I mean how long could this child want to be around me?? 3 minutes later the train comes and she goes “Are you getting on this train?” “Yes” “DADDY SHES GETTING ON OUR TRAIN!!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Come on lady!!!” I hold my phone and she takes my hand and pulls me on the train to sit with her. Now normally  when I get on the train I try to find the quietest car with the most open seats so I can sit BY MYSELF. In my own personal silence.  Well God has a sick sense of humor because I am now sitting with a 1st grader glued to the left side of my body, listening to my music and playing games on my phone. “I don’t like this game. Can I find another one. Whats your name?” “Khrys” “Hey thats my daddy’s name!!! Daddy she has the same name as you!!!!” He laughs and goes back to arguing with his older daughter who I guess doesn’t like his girlfriend or something. Lil Bit “Wow you have a lot of games on your phone. How old are you?” ” I get bored a lot and Im 36.” “Oh ok.” WTF is that supposed to mean?!?!?!?!? So she’s snuggled up on me and decides to play a word puzzle game and I am helping her find and spell different words. 10 minutes later they get to their stop and the dad basically has to drag her from me. As the doors are closing I hear her scream “THANK YOU!!!! IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU!!!! BYYYYYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!!” All I  could do was laugh.  Like I said  God has a FUNNY sense of humor.

This Is How a Heart Breaks

My way of grieving is through writing. I have cried more in the past 12 hours than I have cried in years. I’ve now lost two uncles in the span of 2 months. My heart broke when I lost my Uncle Allon and Grandmothers. Learning that my Uncle Jeff passed just totally shattered it. You guys my Uncle Jeff was and always will be everything to me. Always. No one can or ever will fill the space thats been left. No one can compare. He has been my everything from day one. I was and always will be his “Sweetie Sweetie” and his “Khrystal Rhea Khrys” ALWAYS. When I was little we used to lay in his room and watch TV. While watching TV he would reach over and pop my fingers and toes. I HATED it but for some reason he found it hilarious. When it was my birthday he would always guess the wrong age just because he liked to see me worked up. He gave me EVERYTHING and by everything I mean :Food, love and hugs. He would let me sit curled into his big burly body forever. One time he let me roll out with him to go see his friends. We were rolling the champagne Buick!!! I was 6 or 7 I think… anyway I was excited because I got to sit in front and Everything.  We talked and saw his friends and I remember telling him. “Uncle Jeff.I watched the peckerwood show today!!!” He stopped at a light, turned to me and with his awesome laugh said “Whooooa. Don’t say that baby ok. You watched woody woodpecker. Never say peckerwood ok.” I nodded and said ok. Hell I didn’t know I had just used a word to describe white people. I was just repeating something I had heard him use a thousand times. Sometimes he would lay around with no shirt on and we would watch TV together and I remember thinking “You have really big nipples” To a kid that was mind boggling to see a man with big nipples. HAHAHAHA!!! See this is stupid shit that I remember but God its EVERYTHING to me. When I was 11 or 12 he tried to teach me how to play dominoes but him and his friends would get frustrated because I counted really slow. HAHAHA!!! You ever see a group of old black men try to wait for a kid to finish counting the dots to make a move?? They were NOT used to being slowed down. HAHA!!  Uncle Jeff had the BEST laugh and smile. When he laughed it was like it bubbled all the way from his toes. He had a voice that was rich and put you in your place when needed. His smile and laugh never changed even with age.Uncle Jeff was my #1 cheerleader. No matter where I went or what I did, he always let me know the I had his full support. Everyone knew him as Rang Eye. Some called him Jeff. It wasn’t until I was like 10 that I realized his name was Thomas. I always thought it was strange for someone to name their child Jeff Jefferson. **shrugs** To me he was just my Uncle Jeff. As I sit here a hot mess of snot and tears I know you are now ok. You are now at peace resting and watching over everyone you loved.I wanted you to be with me forever. I can’t say that I didn’t see it coming. That weird 6th sense that I have… yeh. I could feel it looming. When mom sent me a text to call her, I knew I was already too late before she even said the words “Uncle Jeff passed” I will do everything that I can to make you proud of me. I love you Uncle Jeff. Your Khrystal Rhea Khrys forever and ever.

My Kind Of Social

Hello!!! Im still on my vacation but it is quickly coming to an end. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I am loving every minute of it. Everyday I have had wine or some type of cocktail… ER’DAY… ER.DAY!! I’ve gone  out and explored and talked to a few shop owners but thats about it. Yesterday I decided to stay in Brooklyn. No Harlem for me yesterday. I woke up, had coffee, breakfast and got dressed. I hopped on my bike and headed to DUMBO.

My plan was to find some cute black owned boutique and clean up in the cute original clothes department. That was my plan. Instead I wandered around and found TACOS instead of dresses. Whats a girl to do?? Go in and eat tacos!!! It was a tiny place called Pedros. Service was whack but the tacos were BOMB!!!!! I had chicken, beef and carnitas. OHHHHHHH MAAAAAH GAHHHHHH and then on top of that I had a frozen margarita. Y’all…I could have licked my plate.

Ok So one thing about me is that I really do love food. But there are some foods that I refuse to eat. One of those foods… is beans. I have NEVER liked beans EVER!!! Its a really long stupid story for an entirely different blog but the point is I HATE BEANS!!! The rice was so good but they mixed little black beans in it. How bout I picked every SINGLE bean out as I ate. HAHAHAH!!! It was that serious you guys. I know the bartender was like “What the hell???” Whatever… I don’t eat beans!! Now Ive cleaned like three plates of food and a SUPER AMAZING margarita. I paid for my food got up and walked outside. Yoooo that breeze hit me and I saw stars for a quick minute. What did she make my drink with?!?!?!?! Please listen to me when I tell you not to ride your bike home after you have been drinking. My buzz was strong and  I really don’t remember much about my ride home. I stopped at a few stores along the way  but I can’t tell you what I looked at. All I know is that it seemed like I made it home really fast. I must I have been grease lightning. HAHA!! I made it home, showered and then did what hip super social people do. I sat in the middle of my couch crocheting a scarf while not watching two really crappy movies. LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA baby!!!!! I was totally content with sitting right there but then I remembered the promise I made to myself.” BE SOCIAL!!!!” I got up, got dressed, fluffed my fro, used my GOOD liquid liner and painted my lips ruby woo. LETS DO THIS!!!! I walked the 20 minutes to the black owned bar that I found via google.  It was called Ode to Babel. It was really nice. The ambience was awesome. The energy was great and the music was on. I sat at the small bar, ordered a BOMB drink and a small plate of food and turned to my best friend… my journal. Yes I take my journal EVERWHERE!!! I sat at the end of the bar and people watched.  So Im sitting in my own little Khrys bubble when a group of drunk white women came really close to my bubble and started going on about their lesbian escapades. WHAAAAAT?!?!?! AWK-WARD much?!?!?!? And they had that “Im drunk” loud talk. Its totally different from “Im sober” loud talk. When they left another drunk group walked up and I heard about all of their roommates drama and crap. UGGGGGH! I got there at 8ish and left a few minutes after 9. Promptly called my mom so she could be on the phone with me as I walked home. I didn’t even give her time to say hello. I heard her pick up and my first words were “Well that was a fail” Maybe today will be different. I want to do something fun but I also want to want to stay home and sit on my ass. Decisions decisions.

 

Special with No Limits

This afternoon was EPIC!!!!  Why?? Because your girl hit the beach for surfing again!!! SAY WHAT?!?!?! YES Y’ALL!!! Here’s the thing. Someone telling me to try surfing is like saying “I dare you to do it. I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU” Why??? Because I don’t know any black people that surf!!!  Hell a lot of black people won’t even swim in a pool let alone venture all the way out in open water. Yesterday I did surfing for the first time. My instructors name was Ry and he was this gorgeous white dude who was super nice. Well today when I went and signed in they front desk people were like “YEEEEEAH YOU CAME BACK!!!!” I even got high fives!!! Then they said that Ry told the owner to take on my lesson today because I was awesome and couldn’t believe I had never surfed before. Do you know how freaking awesome I felt. So I checked in and had a seat on the dunes to watch every one else and listen to my music while I waited. I also wrote in my journal. I started getting nervous because “What if I didn’t do good?” “What if yesterday was just a fluke?” SHIT!!! So what did I do?? I turned on my No Limit Soilder!!! Yeh boy.. Master P, snoop dog, and Mystikal had me turned AAAALLLL the way up. I went to change into my wetsuit and saw Ry… and yeh my whole awkward girl came out. I had no idea what to say or do. **face palm** Well I changed and then my instructor found me and took me out for my lesson. WHO KICKED ASS AGAIN!?!?!??! MEEEEEE!!! No one can tell me SHIT right now!!! Im a BEAST and my “Job” meaning the ENTIRE family came out to watch me surf and they were so damn excited!!! Pics were taken and EVERYTHING!! I spent a little over an hour out in the water. I caught some waves,I ate a few waves. But I did it and had sooo much freaking fun!! Surfing is by far one of the coolest things I have ever done and having really awesome instructors isn’t bad either… especially when one is really freaking cute. **bats eyelashes** The past two days have been AHHHHHH-MAZING!!!

Beautiful

I LOVE LOVE LOVE being black. There are so many different shades and dimensions that its unfreaking real. LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! I know I talk about loving yourself every couple of blogs but thats because I’m really serious about it and its something that hits home with me. I used to be ashamed of my color but now I LOVE the different shades of me. I hated going outside in the summer because I have what I refer to as “Insta-tan” Ten minutes in the sun and Im already 3 shades darker. No joke. I can wear all the sunscreen in the world… SPF 100… Does NOTHING for me!!! I remember when I would go to the pool with my friends I would lie on the beach chair and cover my body with a towel and just leave my hair out.  I didn’t want to get darker. Even when I was 30 I wore HUGE hats so I wouldn’t get darker. Guess what… IM DONE!!! Summer is not my favorite time of year… but thats because I don’t like being hot. Ohhhh honey me and heat do NOT mix at all. But my color yooooooo. My tan is UNREAL!!!! The past few years I have really really been embracing who and what I am. I haven’t really given two shits what others think of me because their opinions don’t matter. Someone out there will LOVE my magic chocolate charm and I can’t wait to meet that lucky man!!!! I’ve had like SERIOUS sit down moments with myself to embrace everything about me. Summer turns my skin this AMAZING bronzed mocha!! I have a LOT of red tones in my skin during the summer. During the cooler months I have more yellow tones.  Boy the red comes OUT in the summer. My skin is this rich dark chocolate but the hair on my arms turns blonde and thats what gives me the bronzed glow.  My hair… My hair is like its own being. FOR REAL.   I have like NO control over this head. HAHAHAHA!!! Its naturally this light sandy brown color. The summer sun turns it gold with blonde highlights. I haven’t seen my natural hair color in a while because I keep it dyed black. Well its been months since I have used a box of hair color and baby this sandy hair of mine is SHOWING OUT!!! The top is bleached so its really an awesome mix of colors I have going on. The tips of my eye lashes turn blonde so I HAVE to keep mascara on them because other wise it looks like I set them on fire. The only thing that I am NOT crazy about is that I now sunburn. OHHHH MAH GAH! I burn on my arms!!! Nowhere else. Just my arms!!!

LOVE WHO YOU ARE!! Love yourself. No one can really show you love until you love yourself. Its the stride in your step. The set of your shoulders, the way you hold your head up high, the smile that you show the world and the energy that you radiate. YES!!!!