Party Like a Rockstar

That was the name of the song that played as I was politely escorted on stage at one of the Hottest clubs in the area. I had the time of my life. I went out all by damn self and never had a better experience. I did things that I had never done before. My life has been one mind blowing adventure after another. Nothing would have ever prepared me for how powerful the mind can be. If you simply believe in yourself the possibilities are endless. Yesterday was crazy. I ran two miles around a beautiful lake, then went to dance class. The instructor for the second class was like 30-45 minutes late, so we practiced without her and then went back to the first class to workout some more until she came. When she got there we proceeded with class as usual and the full hour we paid for. It was great. I was basically working out from 11 am to 4 pm. I had a great day. I still got up with my folks, spent time with the fam and got to chillax and read a lil bit. Did my spa thing, complete with facial, milk bath, oils, candles, music, inscense, mani and pedi. I love doing me. I went to that club and tore it up. I have been meeting a lot of great people too. Shot out to all my ladies at dance class and my ladies in the club. Do you. Shot out to all my fellas who know hot to approach a lady. Your chivalry does not go unnoticed. We see you and we appreciate the respect. Thank you gentleman.

Party Crashers

Me and my girl we went out last night. Had a motherf%&&^$%#( ball. We tore it up. First I had the shopping experience of a lifetime. Got a shit load of new stuff for a little bit of money. I was so boosted after that one. I then got home, chilled wit my boi who I am always chilling with. Like everyday, dats my partner in crime...when me and my bf ain't doing girl stuff. I do have a lot of male friends, but I make sure to keep my sista circle strong. So anyway after that I ran into an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in years. Turns out he just got back from Iraq. I have two male friends who have been to war this past year. They are 22 and 24 African American males. One in the Navy and one in the Air Force. Let's take a quick moment to support our troops. Then another one of my friends who I have not seen in a while just drops by and man oh man, Saturday was hella busy. I forgot to eat. I couldn't believe it. I love to eat, I got a fat girl hiding in this 5"6 135lbs frame. So after all that, my gurl hits me up and is all blown bout some shit a guy done did. So I pulled out the Grey Goose and Patrone, started trying on my new freakum dresses. After music and make up, we hit the door...I swear for some reason it felt like it took us five minutes to get there. We stood in the VIP line, I mean at first we didn't know it was VIP. Once we found out it was, we had been standing there freezing our pretty lil asses for so long, we both were like fuck dat, this the line we been in and we ain't getting out to go stand in another one. So we crashed the VIP line, got in, (of course) and it was on like popcorn. We enter and are asked if we're single or attached. We are given green glow sticks, and a string to hang them on. Green for go ahead and approach; the ones involved were given red ones for stop don't even try it. So the 1st floor is dull, 2nd floor cranking. Until we notice that it's a whole whole lot of yougins in there. (Under 21) Nothing against that, but I just don't date men who are younger than me. So anyway, we dancing and partying and they start playing a lot of oldies. Now I know all the oldies, because I listen to them all the time. I have been listening to oldies my entire life. I don't why no one in my family is a musician the way we love music. But basically i was not in the mood to be trying to toot that thing up to nothing old school. So anyway we proceed to the 3rd floor and man it was a party like no other. We saw these guys leave a VIP booth and we took it. Straight set up shop and shook our asses for the rest of the night. We had a tight ass view of the club and dj booth and all that shit. It was balcony style so all eyes were on us. Ok, so these are some of the lessons we learned: we wristband wearers be soooo happy to see each other on 18 and up night, know when it's 21 and over or just 18 and up, and it does not matter what line you stand in. So next time VIP line moving all fast, politely walk your ass over there and stand it. And should you be lucky enough find an empty VIP area, politely walk your ass up in there like you supposed to be there.

Anything you want

So, I just got in from a great workout. I went to my erotic dance aroebic class today and I went to two sessions back to back. I had such a wonderful time. Only my second time out and I really wanted to experience the full effect; so I took two different classes today. The instructor for the first class was different from the last time I came and man, she worked us out. I mean, hoooooney; she was no choke. The classes were packed and if a group of women messed up, the whole class paid the price. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. You meet all types of women at these classes. All shapes, sizes, races and ages and body types. It is a great experience. We converse and we laugh. We learn and we get in shape. We have fun! My second class was one I had never taken before and man I am huuurrrrtttinnnnn. Thank goodness I jog two miles every single day that I don't go to class. Otherwise I would be no good. I am also glad for all the years I spent doing yoga. Every little bits help. I even dabbled in pilates, tai chi and chi gong. All great ways to tone up, build strength, stamina and confidence. I am just so excited I got the nerve to finally get out there and take my workout to a an actual facility and get the opportunity to meet some really great people.
I feel we as women need to work hard to come together and strengthen our communities. These days too many of us have proudly quoted "all my friends are males, because females just don't how to act." What's up with dat? Where is the sisterhood, were is the unity, were is the common bond that we as women should proudly share? Shot out to all the ladies that will let a stranger know when something is out of place on her or her clothes. Shout out to all the ladies who compliment a stranger on something about herself or her clothes. Shot out to all the women who help other women, either with getting ahead in corporate America, mentoring, preaching, being good mothers, blogging, sharing books, advice or even providing a tampon or pad to a chick you don't even know. And let's not forget the the wives, mothers, daughters and friends who hold it down. Let's come together ladies. We can help ourselves and those around us rise. Nah, I ain't no raving feminist, but I am an ambitious activist. The power in the belief in one's self is indestructible. Let's grow stronger together. I am motivated by my goals, my goal is be successful. I believe in myself and therefore it inevitable for me to all that I desire. What do you desire? Have you helped anyone today? Have you introduced yourself to anyone in a while and just had meaningless small talk? When is the last time you wore a smile just because? How you served your God today? What is the last thing you learned? Big or small, can't justify the worthiness of every single experience, just appreciate being able to conscious of the experience. Some people say certain music is a bad influence. Flip it and use as motivation, gather all the positive you can from any situation and manifest it in to your own. Mad about the strippers and hookers in the videos, get your body right and your health right; step your game up. Don't be mad at the skinny chick, ask her for health tips. I am having the time of my life and getting in great shape in a very provocative manner. There is a message to the music if you can create a method to the madness. Art is interpretation.The power is within. Life is what you make it. Make it whatever you want.

Sex in Suburbia

Ok, ya'll here's the deal. I recently left a very very damaging situation. So now I'm back to me and I am growing, rapidly. It's amazing. So anywho...I tried to return to the good girl I used to be when I realized a new and improved version is now due. UPGRADE. So I got the guts to go on my very first booty call ever. In all my 23 years I have read, seen and even written some pretty provacative things. Well nothing prepared me for what happened the other day. I decided to call this guy I had been crushing on for a while. My very own Mr. Big. We've chatted a few times, hooked up and chilled a couple of times, but I went off and got into a relationship and we never had anything. Once that ended we reconnected and it's been chill. We hung out, we chat, we email it's real low key. We don't communicate often, but when we do it's right. So I hit him up and let him know tonight is the night. He was down and we hooked up when he got off work. How bout, I call myself being sexy and drive 45 minutes to his house in a trench coat and heels. Sexy boustier and matching panties underneath. That's it! Silly me...silly silly me. I could have wore the jeans that I laid out, but noooooo. Trying to do it big, for Mr.Big. I get there and I here a woman's voice, I'm like oooohhh shit! I am at the wrong place. Damn...Damn...Damn. Luckily it's just his roommates girlfriend. Good right? Nah man, nothing prepared me for what happened next! I walk in and the roomie and the roomie's girl are having dinner in the living room, watching the game. They politely inform me, my date is in the shower. THE SHOWER! Come on, I talk to him 15 minutes before I left, it took me 45 minutes to get there, I called him when I was 5 minutes away and he wait all late to take a shower. So I am sitting on the couch with the roomie and the roomie's girl, naked in a coat and some heels. She laughed at me too. The second I was told he was in the shower, she saw my face flush all types of pinks and reds and she let out giggle. Hell, as I waitied, oooozing embarrasment, I tried not to laugh my damn self. How in the hell does that happen? And it was so obvious I was nude under the coat. I wore heels, all leg exposed. I waited for 15-20 minutes (felt like an eternity) while they commented on the game and conversed about the meal she prepared and dessert she made. I started rapidly texting my girls because as much as I love sports, I can't focus on a game sitting there all sexy with strangers. OMG OMG OMG. He finally comes out to the living room and sits down next to me! You've got to be kidding me right, you can't be serious. So he gets and goes to the kitchen, I follow. We hug, he tells me I look nice. We got to his room and he's watching House Party. A classic. It was like seeing it for the first time. Twenty minutes go by, he's complimented me like 2 or 3 times and my coat begins to fall open. He's like OH! I didn't know it was all like and oh o.k...We laughed and proceeded with our regularly scheduled plans. So, the night is over and I'm walking out the door all sexy and waving my fingers all cute as I softly coo byyyyeeee and TRIP!!!! All over the damn place. Ladies, let me tell you. The lost my of booty-call-virginity was something I will never forget it. I spent valentine's day with my sexy, single, fabulous girlfriends. We had a ball. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

Welcome

Ever feel like you're the only one. Well you're not! In this crazy world we sexy surburbians, single and attatched need to stick together. I created this blog so people can share their experiences about being in love or in like, about relationships, hard times, good times and just life in general. Consider it a an e-journal. If you just need to vent and don't feel like talking to your usual pals, chat it up with your new web family right here at Sexy Suburbians. Write in and don't be shy. I am sure to dish out a thing or two with all of you. Come and visit, share or build friendships/relationships. I look forward to seeing what's good in your hood. Oh and here, we don't discriminate, everyone write in. Gay, straight, bi, confused or experimenting, black, white, latino or hatian. All are welcomed. Be sure to check it out tomorrow when I share with you the hilarious adventures of my fabulously sexy single life. Men and women of all ages, from the teens, to the 20somethings, 30 and over and beyond. That's right I shot out to all the brothas out there, fellas this is not just for the ladies, we need your p o v as well. All are welcomed. Let's talk about it. Or should I say, let's blog about it.