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Monday, July 6, 2009

Club Espo

No matter how hard and fucked up life is. I have a happy place, where nothing matters. No drama, no hardships. Just love and laughs.

Shit that is said could never be written, but it is a poetry that flows like no brilliant piece of literature I have ever read. It's magic.

The funny that is prominent at every gathering, actually gives me a headache from laughing. No comedy team, or improv group could ever stand up to this crew. It is the most natural , in sync, spontaneous combustion of ridiculous that can never be duplicated. Something that needs to be witnessed. There is no way to explain it.

Never mean spirited. All comes from love. Not everybody can hang. But the people who do, are bonded by this place. Youngsters to old heads. Check your issues at the door.

Along with the funny, is the love. How everyone is so happy to see everyone else. You belong here and when your not there, youre missed.

Dank food that never seems to end. Cocktails. Greenery. Volley ball, horse shoes, swimming pool, music, and love, love, love.

My son, who at 17, never wants to hang with me. I "forced " him into The 4th of July party. Now he's counting down the days to the next gathering.

I am so grateful to be included in this crew. With out it, I don't know what I'd do.

The only thing that might not be perfect? As a single woman, Im never going to meet anyone. I would never date in Club Espo. And the rest of my days are mostly spent with gay men. So single girl suicide. But, I'll sacrafice gladly.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

magic

no fun in the rain

what is up with this weather? its crazy. cant we get more then 2 days without rain? summer is the greatest. i feel like its almost over. and i dont even have a tan.

Murder over the weekend

A girl and friend were shot and killed this weekend in her apartment building. It's a new popular spot. The Piazza. A"luxury" building recently completed, with big outside parties that go on all summer long.

What's weird is, I didn't know her. She's supposed to be a "Philebrity". We ran in some of the same circles and shared some of the same friends. But she is a stranger to me.

The cops found a TON of coke and lots of money in her apartment. I don't think the murder had anything to do with it. The shooters didn't take the stuff. It looks like they didnt even know about it.

What was a young woman doing with 4 kilos of coke in her apartment and 100 grand? That alone is dangerous! I know I wouldnt be able to sleep with that in my crib. I would be so paranoid. Now she's killed and all the news report on the findings. Her poor family. Not only mourns her death, but have to deal with knowing what she was involved in leading up to it.

Makes you wonder, what else was going on? Im sure more ugly truths will be exposed. The murderers will be caught. Too much video evidence for them not to be caught.

She was known in the "scene" as an event planner, promoter. Hung with rappers and athletes. Photographed with lots of celebs. Did she get this popular because she lived a very dangerous lifestyle? Is this why I didnt know her?

Well, the story is bound to unfold. I think there is prob lots of scared people. Afraid of what will come out. Someone really wanted her dead. They had it planned. She was not to survive. I believe she was the target. Not the friend that was with her. What did she get herself into?

Take time to send a positive thought to her loved ones. Pray, if thats what you do. Tell people close to you , that you love them. And stay out of trouble.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Philly is my boyfriend

Sometimes he pisses me off. We fight at times. Knock down, drag out, brutal fights. I'll leave. But I always come back. Because he understands me. Comforts me. Makes me feel normal. But don't get it twisted. He ain't perfect.

Philly is flawed.
Not the most attractive, not the cleanest, often violent, not the most tolerant But what it does do right? I cant run from.

The community Philly is. The people are funny. Mostly honest. Majority of us are not trying to "get away" with anything. What you see is what you get. Not too many large egos. And if I witnessed one, I would have to question their origin. Most likely a transplant. A wannabe.
That's the thing, we ain't tryin to "be" anything. We just "do".

Since this is my first blog. I want to set the theme. Philadelphia will be the topic more times then not. Not just the city. But the flavor, sporting events, people, shows, parties, charities, events, museums, yoga studios, djs, dive bars, gyms, food, or whatever. Experiences. Philly Experiences.

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