Pic: Festive lights on my block; they make me happy!
I’ve been a grossly negligent blogger! I’ve been off ‘the scene’ since late November and totally preoccupied with my life. I spent the beginning of December wrapping up my first semester of my MFA program, which of course kept me busy. Then the holidays were upon us in a swirl of glittering lights, cold weather, and good cheer and then ‘life happened’ and shifted the family dynamic once again. I’m champing at the bit to ‘tell’ what changed, buuuut I’m in the outer orbit of this situation and would rather not speak on something that is not my specific story…
Lately I’ve been reveling in my time-off from school. I absolutely enjoyed my first semester and am even looking forward to my second semester but that does not dampen the appreciation I have for this month long break. I’ll be back in class the week after next so it’s imperative I get all my reading and incessant tv watching in now (can’t wait for Shameless). You see how I didn’t say ‘go dancing’ or ‘take a trip’…well that wasn’t an accident; my money is tied up in maintaining my ‘lifestyle’ plus I’m low-energy and can’t drink like I used to…
In my fantasies I’m charged up and ready to hit the streets. I step out in a wine-red jersey wrap dress with just the right touch of gold accented accessories. It’s cold, so of course I’m rocking my ever-present black tights with sexy (and comfortable) low-heeled black booties. I end up ensconced at a candle-lit lounge reminiscent of SUR (if you watch reality tv you know what I’m talking about), that feels like it’s in DC although it’s in Baltimore. Who wants to drive 45 minutes back to Baltimore on 295 after a raucous night of partying? Not this girl.
I imagine myself rosy, compliments of a cutting edge cocktail, or my new obsession, anything sparkling with the exception of that pink shit! The DJ would be someone imaginative, with an eclectic music collection. I love hip hop but I can rock it out to pop, alternative and dance music you’d expect to hear in a club scene in that sci-fi gem Misfits. I want a DJ whose music drags my ass to the dance floor by the nape of my neck and forces me to dance even when my feet hurt, not from uncomfortable shoes, but because of how long I’ve been on the dance floor. Musically I’m ‘trapped in the nineties…’ like Nas says in “Loco-Motive”, a song on his Life is Good album, so a DJ with a developed nineties collection will always get my vote. The energy in the room would be electric, reminiscent of the scene in Biggie’s "Big Poppa" video.
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…Here’s the reality of going out in Baltimore these days? The DJs tend to cling desperately to radio jams, with the exception of my current favorite DJ PHAZE. The crowds tend to be segregated into the following categories: preppy college, preppy adult, wino/dive, black professional and street life/hood. Venues are short-lived because classy spots end up being invaded by the street life so a fight or shooting inevitably happens and then the joint is shut down. If there’s not a fight going down, then its gorgeous bartenders (mercifully mixologist is not a word that has entered the Baltimore lexicon) with no skills whatsoever, forcing you to order a vodka cranberry, wine or beer when you’d rather have a Bellini. Shady owners lure you in, suggesting their venue is the stuff of fantasies and once they gotcha, begin watering down drinks, eliminating amenities, and walking around the bar after you’ve been there for a couple of hours collecting a cover for an event scheduled later that evening (true story).
So what do I do? I stay home…a lot! I’m now at the stage that I’d rather be comfortable and have good conversation or cackle over some b.s. on the tube. I buy my prosecco or cava and post up on somebody’s couch. Occasionally I’ll break out my equipment and get together the ingredients to make a dirty martini, with big fat Spanish olives. If I go out, it’s to see a movie, attend a play, go to an art opening, but what’s a girl to do if she likes to dance? I crank up the music and dance while I clean my apartment…that is if my man’s not home…our space is too ‘cozy’ for me to go hard, kicking up my heels.
Ok, let me snap back to reality! Two weeks from now I’ll be back in class with barely any time to hang out. I see no nights like the aforementioned fantasy sequence in my near future, so I’ll opt for going to dinner and being sure to catch Django next weekend. Happy New Year!