his weekend was interesting to say the least. It was a bit of a departure from the normal mundane-ness that is being a house (almost) wife. I went out with the girlfriends to help celebrate a birthday. For the sake of not embarrassing the birthday girl, let’s just say that she had a good time. (I hope those stains come out of her car seats.) I had a blast, but it was an awesome reminder of the fact that I am now old. Between waiting in line for almost an hour to get into the club (we almost had to slap a ho for cutting in line), wondering whether or not the guys that I danced with had crossed the line (was that a winky I just felt on my leg??), and dragging my intoxicated girlfriend out of the club at the end of the night (whoops – I wasn’t supposed to say that) – I longed for my little condo and crusty-faced twins. But all in all, I had a great time with friends. T
So there’s this show that comes on the Biography Channel called I Survived… Beyond and Back. If you haven’t seen it, it’s basically a show where people who’ve died and are resuscitated sit and recount their stories of things they saw and how they felt. I had previously seen previews for this show and believed it to be kind of fluky; but I was feeling adventurous and figured I would try and see what it was all about.
It scared the sh*t out of me.
I’m thinking that I’m about to hear stories of bright white lights and reuniting with past loved ones, but instead I listened to this man speak of seeing fire and coming face to face with the devil. Did this Negro just say he went to hell??! Well I damn sure don’t want to go, so with my new-found fear of meeting the prince of darkness, I immediately got online to find ways – outside of church – to ensure the safety of my soul. (By no means am I a hellion, but I figured you could never be too careful.)
I settled on Hands on Atlanta: Teamworks – a volunteer program that’s known for its awesome philanthropy. Saturday was my first meeting. There I met other volunteers and we got into groups with plans to log the most volunteer hours. I can honestly say that I’m excited. I’m committed to volunteering each Saturday for the next five weeks with the hopes that I’ll meet some cool people and ultimately make a difference in my community. (Take that Beelzebub!)
Next weekend we’re going to Parklane Elementary School where we’ll take part in their inner city kid tutoring and enrichment program. Wait until the kiddies get a load of me. Stay tuned.