The weekend

John Legend in concert in POS, Trinidad - Thursday June 18, 2009

And since blogger sucks, I am back to being a public blog. So certain entries have thus disappeared or been edited, like this one. Sorry.

This week had been all about getting ready for the long weekend which included getting ready for John Legend in concert in Port of Spain. I will not give a review cause I have already done so in another forum but the concert was awesome and mind blowing and lived up to my very high expectations.


Now the rest of the month involves me recuperating from a financial crisis of monumental proportions. After all expenses, I am scared to see my credit card statement.So I am home for the rest of this weekend, reading and plotting my next plan of action. Oh, I forgot to mention the awesomely hot handbag I bought on a whim after my friend came to my office on Thursday morning trying to offload 3 bags she bought in NY. I saw the bag and it just screamed Tamale! And I answered the call...

Sadly. For my wallet. Not for my vanity. And the lonelier I feel, the more money I spend so this Mr Right better come along soon before I end up in the poorhouse. I just need the shoes to go with the bag.

Will probably also cook today...have not really gone Emeril in the kitchen in a long time. Last time I cooked was weeks ago and I did some sensual things with some pork ribs.





Other than that, not much else going on here. I have been online for the past 2 hours, 30mins, so it is really time to get off and get back to real life.

Lost: One Tamale

After an absolutely awful weekend, I left the house today. I've run out of books to read. I had 7 new books when I started this unemployment thing and I just finished the last one. Knowing I was on the last, I went to the bookstore today to re-stock and they did not have anything I really wanted to get. Or maybe I was just being difficult. I was - I was actually looking at the shit they had on the sale table - shit with 50-80% discounts and there was nothing. Darn recession. I cannot even buy a frickin' paperback without thinking about money. I came home and I stood in front of my bookshelf and looked to see which of the many books there could warrant a rainy day re-read under the blankie. I have re-read some of these books so many times I could probably ghost write for the authors. I may have to check out the library and see if they actually cater for quarter-life crisis spinsters or if they still just stock dog-eared Harlequin romances. A library. Wow. How quaint.

I know for sure of one thing I should and could be doing besides reading. I know I have put weight on. I put on a pair of khakis today and the only thing the pants did not do was scream out, "hey, you're hurting me!" I have not gone to a gym or smelled a real sweat in weeks. I probably need some motivation but I really could not be fucking bothered. As long as there are high heels to elongate the legs and the rest of the frame, there is hope. But, to my credit, I went to the supermarket and picked up apples, expensive whole grain shit I probably cannot afford in my state of joblessness - and to top it all off, I picked up chocolate wafers, Kiss cupcakes and chips. Yeah, Tamale - that will work. Cupcakes. Oh and lemon lime fizz for the dregs of the rum. Leaving the wine for something special.

My drug of choice when in this funk is usually food. Is there a celebrity rehab for fat, depressed bitches who cannot put down a fork? Maybe not. The weather does not help either. I usually walk when I cannot find a gym, but I did not kill the Pope and will not be walking off any calories in early morning storms as some sort of sick penance. The elliptical tends to hurt my knees if used too regularly and I can come up with a million other excuses as to why I am not exercising, why I am getting fatter and fatter as the days go by and why I am just downright morose this evening. Exercise - tomorrow. Promise.

Going to take a hot shower and let the water do its magic on me. Hot water and Bath and Body Works shower gel. And clean jammies. Popped John in the CD player. He usually is great at working me over. On the good news front - I am singing again. Not just accompanying John on CD but practising my breathing and pitch etc on my own. I have not sang in a while. Therapy, lemme tell ya. I also have not watched any cricket yet cause my team basically sucks. May do that tomorrow, since I have no books. Scope out the English cricketers and see if any of them are hot.