Hey sistahs, check this out:
Yesterday on my way over to a friend's for dinner, there I am trying
to look cute, white jeans, white lace tee top, with white tux shirt
worn loose/open with the sleeve's cuffed up, with my silver sandals,
oh and painted toes, and yeah, my locs & loose hair, doin' what they
want and it was all good.
So, I stop by Greenlight Shopping Center looking for a certain store,
and this drunk, way drunk man starts to talk to me, he had a couple
teeth I suppose, I did see one. Anyway . . .
Then he complimented my hair, he said he liked me locs. Then I got
all excited, and exclaimed, "You can tell their locs?" He was
like, "Yeah, and the one that's sticking up, there, you just wait,
it's gonna . . . " and he went on to describe how my hair is going to
grow and just fall and hang. Then he said he liked how my silver
looked and how it went really well with the outfit I had on.
Weeelllll, just made my day. The fact that he knew they were locs
just MADE MY DAY!!!
WOW!!! I couldn't help but think of all of yaw'll and couldn't wait
to get home to tell you.
**Sign** I'm happy!
Oh, here's the funny part. As I was leaving the store, had to walk
by the men again, and he started being complimentary again, I'm
grinning ear to ear and was like "You really like them?" He was
like, "They look good, don't they _______ [to his friend]." Well,
the friend looked at me like I was crazy, I laughed and
said, "See!". He was like, "Awww he just drunk!!!" HA, HA, HA! They
made my day!