Not wanting to be involved in any more shenanigans, I dolled up all rockstar in my Pierre et Gilles "The Madonna" shirt with the sequins, head freshly-shaven, and smoked out eyes. MAC's eyeliner cream just doesnt smudge, yo. Most people, I guess, are just used to seeing my magical appearances acts so they dont even bat an eye at me lookin freaky. That's kind of nice. My ulterior motive was that if I ran into my friday night light, I wanted to see if 1) he'd recognize me and 2) if my transformation would bug him out and answer his question: Why dont you have a boyfriend?
Got home Saturday evening and talked to Beau about my wreck again. He is having his own drama waiting for his scores from the Texas Bar test. He told me what his grandma told him that day. Worry is a sin. So I said, You are right. I am givin it to Jesus. So I did. Jesus has my insurance now.
If you're not following my Tweets, I'll say here that I'm watching the Olympics avidly. I felt such a rush watching Team USA win the 4x100 swim relay. Michael Phelps was THE icon of victory because they were not favored in the least in that relay. I must say it was very very nice to see a Black American athlete take a team Gold (Connor?) in swimming and not a stereotypical sport that Black Americans theoretically...and statistically...excel at.