How do I know that God(the Hugh Hefner on hiiiigh) loves me? As I mentioned in yesterday's blog, it rained like nobody's business(what does that mean exactly) yesterday, and I left the house ill-equipped to face this rain, since I left my umbrella at home. I had a meeting in another building yesterday afternoon, and upon leaving that meeting it was still pouring rain, but I was ok, because I had borrowed an umbrella from a coworker. And as of 3:45, it was still raining. My coworker came to re-possess her umbrella right around 4:30, and I was really wondering how I was going to endure the weather with no protection and khakis on. Lo and behold, when I stepped outside, not only was it no longer raining, but there were several rays of sunshine that were lucky enough to penetrate the rain clouds that had been so dominant the majority of the day. (That sentence and more just like it will be featured in my spoken word tour coming to a coffee shop near you !!!!). So I am selfish enough to believe that God said, Rashad I know you forgot your umbrella, but I have your back. And now, I'm going to need you to go to church on Sunday and drop a substantial amount in the offering plate, and tell me how much you're thankful.
One of the ladies I used to talk to, asked me why I feel the need to drink on Friday's after work. She said that seemed like a bad habit to form. After resisting the temptation to mush her, I calmly explained my rationale. First and foremost, there is something called happy hour, which is way too good to pass up, especially when you can get an ample buzz for $10. But secondly, getting up and going to work is difficult. I get up between 5 and 6, I shower, I travel to work and endure the train crazies, then I come to my job and fight off the work crazies. Then I go home, cook, watch sports, unwind from the day, and then go to bed where there is a 50/50 chance that I may not fall asleep right away. After five days of this, I need an outlet. Writing in this blog and in other places is cathartic for me, but it doesn't give me the type of release necessary after enduring a work week. A drink or two or three allows me to achieve this. I enjoy some wine or perhaps some margaritas, and it is very relaxing. Plus these drinks are served in a festive atmosphere which only adds to the good times. Everyone is either bitching about their co-workers, or talking about their upcoming weekend plans. And for an hour or two, I enjoy and need that. I have other unwinding tactics, but on Fridays, drinks are my weapon of choice.
A couple things occurred to me as I typed the previous paragraph: 1) I can see my mother reading that and saying to me that I am an alcoholic in training. 2) I should not have had to explain my drinking habits to that woman, and I can't believe I did it. I don't really trust women who don't drink even a little bit..just like women don't trust men who aren't into sports.
Anyway, TGIF.
2 comments:
I was trying to figure out why you felt the need to explain your happy hour ritual to this woman. She is a woman you USED to date. Do you need to read An Open Letter to An Ex again? Now if your mom asked you, well that's another story. Just suck it up and listen to her motherly love and wisdom.
The sun shining when you left work was not God saying go put money in the collection plate. He's saying, "Hey Rashad I'm here. Still love ya!" THATS IT. Bask in the blessing and keep it moving.
Before you said it, I was thinking . . . "that's not a friend if you have to explain why you go to happy hour." Come on, we can all have a little fun . . .and margaritas? How could you NOT want a margarita after a long week of work - you'd have to be INSANE not too. Don't know who this person is, but friend they are not . . . either that, or they have never had a margarita on the rocks with salt - mmmnnnn! ;o) As for God . . .you see, Rashad, he's working with you already. The sun shining, too. Come on, it doesn't get any better than that. BTW - love the song!
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