B.F.F. -- Best Female Friend?

I remember my first bestfriend. His name was Christopher, he was a chubby kid but man was he funny. We met in Kindergarten. My next bestfriend was named Michael Light. I met him in the second grade. One perk that I liked about him was that more times than not had a quarter for me to buy an extra milk. Next was Marcus in the fourth grade. This was a fantastic relationship because he was a fighter and I was not. Conversely, I was a bit more scholarly than he, so it proved to be a good friendship because as it were we complemented each other. After Marcus was Justin Livers. I met him in the sixth grade, and he's turned out to be a good brother. Justin remained quite a good friend throughout high school. After high school I joined a fraternity and gained even more gentlemen that could be considered "bestfriends".

So what that does that have to do with a female bestfriend? A lot. It's clear in my life's history concerning friends, and especially bestfriends, they've all been male. In fact, if you ask any man... or most of them anyway... if a female bestfriend is possible, they'd tell you it's not. And I understand, because the reasoning makes sense, and here's why: sex. No, it's not the only aspect, however, when you compound the stupidity of most men, and the volatile emotions of most women, it creates a recipe for disaster. Let's be real with ourselves. For the most part, many of the friends that you have of the opposite sex, were or are in some way attractive to you, otherwise, chances are you or them would have never spoken to each other. And if you ask any man, and perhaps woman, let those two be alone together and let's say a little alcohol is involved, or the others significant other isn't acting right or behaving as they should. Perhaps they've just been having a bad day and the bestfriend seems to be there for you and always has the right thing to say. Emotions start running high for the woman, the man begins thinking even less than normal leaving neither one thinking about the consequences of their actions. Every man has this idea. And every man knows that once that happens the "friendship" that was more than likely won't be anymore. But there is a solution: DON'T have SEX with your female bestfriend.

You see, what I've discovered is a requirement for bestfriends, just as it is with same sex bestfriends, is that they don't have sex! I have a female bestfriend and she's a very cool person. She, like any other bestfriend I've had, offers advice about things, helps me out whenever I need it and she can, and like the best of our bestfriends, she listens. You see, it occurred to me, after a long time of ignorance, that friends are friends, should you so choose to make them that way. I'm not her friend because she's fine, or because I have a physical attraction to her anymore than I'm friends with Derrick, or Tone. They are my boys because they are my boys. So, embrace a bestfriend of the opposite sex. They have a wealth of knowledge that will help you with and about the opposite sex, because we all know that no one can understand a woman, not even woman, and men don't make poor choices, even to a point that we can't even explain. Again, embrace opposite sex bestfriends, just remember the cardinal rule: Don't sex them.

The Weekend and Indies.

On Monday, or the subsequent day that starts the work week as this particular week has been, I always have a story from the weekend. This weekend the most memorable thing that happened was my discovery of a new bar in town. The weekend was not just a regular one. There was an occasion. My sister’s birthday was this past weekend, on Saturday the 23rd. What’s more is one of my coworkers was celebrating her birthday as well, so it should have made for a pretty eventful weekend… however, it wasn’t all that I expected. Now, things started off seemingly well. Her, my sister’s friends arrived and were ready to go. But it turns out one of them forgot their I.D. (Penalty on the play)

Now, the absent ID made going out for my sis and company practically a no-go, so they stayed home. Nonetheless, this would not deter my brother and me. We decided that we would go downtown anyway. They have a fantastic new theatre, several bars and clubs... but most of all, the women! Oh my there are just so many women! So we freshened up, and headed down there.

Unaware of which would be the best bar to go into first, we just happened to pick the one the was closest. McFaddens... my, my, my. The first thing we witnessed when we walked in was a woman, not an employee, on the bar while listening and dancing to "Pour Some Sugar On Me". This red headed vixen, who I wondered if her "curtains" matched the "carpet", was really getting down. But the dancing on the bar wasn't nearly as unexpected as when she took off her bra and swung it around her head and then flung it into the crowd... which was not not nearly as unexpected as when she did the same thing with her shirt... without throwing it into the crowd.(smart move) As you can imagine, we stayed there for a while to drink. Eventually however, we made it to the other end of the District, to Main street.

Now, it's Main that has the bar Indies so that's where we went. Why Indies? Well because we had received a flyer about this place earlier in the day. Apparently, they have $3 wells from Friday to Sunday... yes, $3. What's strange is as unexpected as the topless dancing at the McFaddens was the fact that this place, once we arrived, was damn near deserted. There were only six people in the entire place... two of them were my brother and me. It's clear to me that word has just not gotten out about the bar but it is a very nice establishment. It has all the makings of a good bar. Nice calming wood decorum, contemporary television screens and furniture, but still it maintains a sense of familiarity.

Needless to say, my brother and I had several drinks, and enjoyed the atmosphere and alcohol. So, if you live in Kansas City, or are ever in Kansas City, go downtown on Main street and visit Indies. Ask for Mike.

'See' what I'm sayin...

The other day I sat and spoke with Pops, about a striking revelation I had. One that is a bit ironic. Wisdom tells us that it’s better to understand than it is to be understood. This is a much more difficult task than it seems. Nonetheless, I was walking to the store trying to gain some understanding about life in general. On my way, I saw a bat flying. It circled me a few times and as it did it spoke to me. As many know, bats have very poor vision, thus they use sonar to locate things. In fact, they can do it with incredible accuracy allowing them to even catch bugs mid-flight. So, in essence, they get an understanding from of their world through hearing; it’s how they “see”.
Therein is where my revelation came. We often talk to one another and use the phrase “I see” which clearly means “I understand”. However, it is through listening, our ears, that we gain most of our understanding. So we can thus conclude that in actuality, we must use our ears to see.

Blog Birth

I have never had a blog site before. In fact, before today, I really didn’t know what “blogging” or what a “blog” was. So I looked it up on ASK.com and learned that essentially, blogging is just posting things that happen to be on your mind. It’s allows you to just put stuff up. So as I sat in my office I thought with myself… this is genius! Shear genius!