Three things stood out about today:
1. I got my passport. Yes, it’s true, I have a skeleton in my bourgie closet. I am just now getting
a passport. Unlike the old money negroes, I’m just now getting an opportunity to travel the world. I’m hype though. I busted that thing open and flipped through the pages. My picture is horrendous, but I’ll deal. It’s really only the WORLD that will be judging me. No biggie. All of those pages, though… it was like they were daring me to jet set all over the globe. Fill ‘er up with evidence of exotic vacations, cultural tours and business trips. Now I can just sit and wait for someone to whisk me away to Tuscany for lunch and Dubai for cocktails. HOLLA! Ah, I’m a grown up now.
2. I was chilling in Starbucks today. Took one of those stools that allow you to look out the window onto the street. Middle of the afternoon, so a lot of sidewalk traffic. As I sipped my Iced Nonfat Caramel Macchiato – No Whip and listed to my iPod, I looked up and saw a blind guy walking buy with that red-tipped tapping stick. Oh, and 
he was HOT. I immediately wondered: How does one go about hollering at a blind dude? I mean, essentially there shouldn’t be any difference. But how often does one see a hot blind person? Not everyday. That being said, I have absolutely no experience. I mean, half of the holler is letting the person SEE you. I try to let my “goods” do a lot of the work, ya know. With that canceled out, you gotta have a mean talk game. You also have to figure out how to stop the person other than screaming “HEY!” or grabbing their arm, both of which are pretty tacky. Do you get in his way and let that red-tipped tapping stick bruise up your shins? Continue reading
bourgie, interrupted 