The GettinOld Blues

I'm 25. And it seems like leading up to this point and very much thereafter I'm beginning to feel the signs of age wearing on me.

I know I'm young. Very. Young. But only 3 months to 26, and I can't help but take to my blog to see if I'm the only one experiencing these pitfalls of GettinOld. I'll break it down into the 3 areas that I hear old ppl talk about: physical ailments, internal maladies, overall deterioration.

Physical Ailments

I've always loved to dance. At the club, at a bbq, anywhere there's music I'm guaranteed to dance solo, with friends, or whatever.

Upon turning 25 however, I fear that I can no longer drop it like it's hot. My thighs be BURNIN!

"Somebody call 911/Shorty's fire burnin on de dance flaww oo wooo"

Literally. Burning. The heels add a whole other variable to that burnin equation...

I've always only had a 4 hour maximum with my shoes, post-25 that 4 hour maximum has gone on to include:

no walking to the club in heels (to save the knees and balance ratio)
no unnecessary dancing to songs I have no affinity for (to save the heel stamina and prevent unnecessary sweating)

Sweat: an outfit's worst enemy has now become a standard part of my partying experience.

I remember when I NEVER used to sweat. It had to be at least 95 to get some bead formation on my forehead.

Now. It happens TOO MUCH. In CREVICES. BEFORE I'm done getting dressed. Like Whitney I sweat above my lips. ::Shakes fists in the air:: WHY??!! Has my internal thermometer really set off to this degree.

Sadly. It has.

Internal Maladies
I used to drink like a fish. If drinking was a sport I would have probably come up with at least a Bronze Medal considering my weight class and ability to tank the alcohol without any repercussions except your standard young person hangover.

Now. I can't even digest it as fast as I would like to drink it. Drinking has become a planned event in my social calendar. I have to plan to be fucked up, because the next day effects require my full and undivided attention.

From getting rid of the bile and that ghastly stomach feeling. Ick. To sleeping off the tiredness that ensues. UGH. To calculating when the best time to eat is, along with the appropriate meal (the grease ratio MUST be minimal). To being able to drink water without it tasting sweeter than it should - just being DONE is an event in and of itself that has to have a day after sequel.

I've never been keen on patience and I'm likening this to an internal malady because it's a mental thing. My fuse has shortened by a LOT. Considering it was already short, I am quite sure this isn't a good thing for anyone. Least of all me. But how do I even work on this? I'm only GettinOld out here...

Overall Deterioration
I just be tired. I move a little slower. And I need naps.

Makes adventure-having pretty hard but I've been managing.

I also have been trying to walk myself back into shape. As a petite young lady I know I "look" fit but these internal maladies have got to have some abatement somewhere...and maybe being in shape is the key...

Recovery time is a bitch....luckily I'm in good company when I'm hungover most of the time lol.

I don't even want to be naive about the fact that we all have to get old. I just NEVER thought I would FEEL it at 25!! I thought my legs would start burning at 30 maybe 28 on my more pessimistic days. Maybe it's something in the food we ate coming up that caused this? Since the kids now are overgrown maybe our insides were stunted on the quest to put hormones in these animals....

Dayyuuummmm! All I know is shit is real out here. But I'm determined to stay fly. So excuse me while I go sip on some wine to increase my digestive tolerance and clean the house in heels to stabilize my innate equilibrium. Shaking my GettonOld head.....

Because it's Tuesday & We Get Lo'

I love my friends. There are so many reasons I can list but as it pertains to this post, there's always an adventure involved at the most random times.

Those being the best types of adventures of course, this tale chronicles how my Roadie introduced me to the spot Get Lo. Based in Brooklyn of course, on a late Monday night chill session we ended up at Get Lo.

Now Roadie told me about his older lady friend {definitely NO judgment from me considering I'm not qualified} who is mad chill. Having told Lo about me, the introduction was finally made one very late Monday evening.

As we walked up to Get Lo the sound coming from the building was already letting me know what was up. Life in the hood has its benefits, including the absence of neighbors who call in noise disturbances, and the seemingly cool neighbors who don't need to sleep or go to work in the morning.

So we show up at Get Lo and she's a little distressed at the moment, which explains why she didn't connect the 'Anne' that Roadie introduced her to and the 'Anne' that was called to get down on the dance floor a little bit later. As a welcome distraction though, Lo was happy to take her mind off of what had been bothering her - and we were happy to take her to a happier place.

So settle in and chill session goin on... Lo' is fiddling with the already boomin system because the subwoofer wasn't as "doom-doo-doom" enough. Once the 'woof is 'woofin to her content and after a little more chillaxin, Lo' turned the lights off & turned the music up.

With a sliver of a bright blue light emanating from the sound system, mirrored walls, and the bass thump-thump-thumpin all in my chest - I'm just soaking it all in and boppin my head to the beat, when I see Roadie tap Lo' and tell her something that was clearly inaudible to me.

Lo' goes: "Oh! Diisssss AYYUUNNE?!"
As she dips down an entire level to really scope out if it's Anneintheflesh.

I love my Roadie. And at that very moment I knew he really told Lo' about his good ol Roadie (yours truly) because of the above response. Not that I doubted him at all, but it just warmed my heart to know in my absence I was still... "around." ~End sappy moment~

"Don't be SHY!" Lo says and invites me to Get Lo...

And Get Lo I sure did on an early Tuesday morning in the heart of Brooklyn. No fuss, no muss. Just a bunch of friends partying like it was 1999 and like none of us had a care in the world. Hands in the air, swayin' with the music, like we own the place and it's only for us.

As time winded down, and my "gettinold" ass took a natural seat with the slow music break, Lo asked me to sign her table. As I sat there, I saw the signatures of my Roadie's crew and how they decided to leave their mark.

I felt more than happy and honored to leave my mark at Get Lo too; and of course I got an invite to the Get Lo event of the summer: none other than Lo's b-day B-D

I'll definitely be back at Get Lo with my bells and whistles on cuz aint nuthing like getting down where you're welcome, in the heart of where you're from.

Look at Your Life - On Social Maturity (SM)

It has come to my attention that many people are not aware that with age comes some sense of common decency in social settings. I've seen egregious wrongs at clubs, on the streets, on Facebook, and really in too many damn places. So I decided to take this time to try and shed on some light while we are in the midst of summer and will no doubt fall victim to these offenses over and over and over again.

Social Maturity or SM is nothing more than taking a nanosecond to take a look at your life. When SM crimes are committed, there is no doubt a serious lack of the ability to look at your life. These are the moments where you as an annoyed/aggravated bystander become aware that this person/people missed that small window of opportunity to look at their lives and now you have to deal with the sight of such an occurrence. SO without further ado, these are the Egregious Errors that continually add to the decrease of SM for all the 20-somethings and 30-somethings out there being reckless read up. Because I will always know who has never looked at their life and yes, I will judge your ass.

"I can't hold all this liquor - but I'm gonna drink it anyway..."
We ALL know our limits when if comes to alcohol. After the big ass alcohol party that was UNDERGRAD nobody with a 4-year degree ( and sometimes more than 4 years in that scene) can say that they don't know when they're about to be drunk or when they've had too much.

So WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU IN THIS CLUB ACTING LIKE YOU CAN'T WALK, SEE, TALK, OR BE THE FUCK EASY??? We've all seen these people...who drank all types of shit and thought they were the Incredible Hulk. I know for a fact that Hennessy makes niggas fight. So when I see that flowing I make sure to be somewhere with a quick exit or I leave before the let out...

If you know you drinking Hennessy Black, Eark & Jerk, Appletons or whatever the hell you like to drink - WHY YOU MIXIN IT WITH PATRON, CIROC, GOOSE or whatever else you know don't go with that shit?????????? Then when you're ass is causing a fuckin scene you gonna be the MAIN ONE SLEEP on the way home...

C'mon son. Take a look at YOUR life. At that moment before you go over the edge think about how dumb you'll look after. Remember all the other times ppl had to carry your ass. Most importantly think about the fact that come tomorrow you won't remember how much of an asshole you were but EVERYBODY ELSE WILL. Put that new liquor down nigga and have a seat. Go bag some bitches. Drink the SAME SHIT. Just please, don't make me have to judge you.

"Beyonce be wearing these lashes guurrrlll, and you know this lacefront is the bidnesssss"
No. It's not ma-ma. Celebrities wear lace fronts that ACTUALLY START AT THEIR HAIRLINES. Really YOU can't afford ANYTHING that Beyonce wears or even looks at by virtue of her surroundings and yours.

Although the beauty supply store and weave central have been known to carry GREAT hair accessories and pieces, for some reason too many of you women seem to think it is okay to wear some fake ass lashes EVERYDAY. To go to work, to go to sleep, to go to the store. BITCH THAT'S GLUE GOING ONTO YOUR EYES. And for the flamboyant bitches that use the glitter glue. Leave that shit for the weekend.

Ma-ma, you and I both KNOW your hairline isn't that close to your damn eyebrows. It's hot as hell, do you really think wearing a wig wit some glue and fake baby hairs should be the most effective use of your summertime funds? I think regular wigs look better than lace fronts, because most women wearing these lace front shit have not looked at their life, or that of their hairlines and foreheads before leaving the crib.

These enhancements are for SPECIAL OCCASIONS. Why do you need extend-a-lash if you not going NOWHERE. The block don't count, and up the street don't count. But if you want to be fucking with some glue at least CARRY THE SHIT WITH YOU. Them lop sided, limp ass eyelashes that be about to peel off are unattractive at best and show your lack of attentiveness at the worst.

I could keep going on the lace-fronts but yall have all seem them out there. Nuff said. Look at your life please.

"I'm going to expose my life, self, and character on FB"
If I see one more half-naked, desperate feenin chick on my home page on Facebook talking about "Add me as a friend" I will legitimately unfriend that person. Facebook is not nobody's e-damn harmony. This is NOT THE PLACE to be showing off your goods asking for friends.

Enough with the TMI on Facebook. All of this sharing information shit has gone overboard. Long after you think ppl done forgot about how you were putting up statuses about "being in love" and "being so happy" and posting love albums - the minute you air your dirty laundry about that same person, I will be the bitch pointing and laughing. Some shit is better left unsaid. Some shit is better left to a PHONE CALL remember those? and some shit just shouldn't be said period. Look at your life and stop making us ALL look at it. People are watching YOU AND THAT PERSON BECAUSE YOU INVITED PPL TO THE SHOW.

If I see one more damn tag about Louboutins, sneakers, or any other dumb shit I will unfriend those ppl as well. You know good and well Mr. Louboutin don't NEED FACEBOOK to sell the REAL SHIT. Leave it to ignorant folk to try organized bootlegging online...If I wanted Louboutins trust me, your page would DEFINITELY NOT be my source of reference. Like. Ever.

"I like to dress along with the hip-hop generation"
Pull. your. pants. UP. If you are 30 and older, there is NOT A REASON IN THE WORLD FOR YOU TO DRESS LIKE YOU'RE IN HS. Wear some loafers, some Clarks, get some damn pants that fit your ass. Just dress with some sense of showing the public you've looked at your life and realize that you won't be a hoodbooger forever, you have a job (or are looking to do more than chill on the block) and if you are gonna sag, PLEASE BUY SOME RESPECTABLE UNDERWEAR. Them dingy ass hanes and fruit of the looms aint cuttin it. And if you're fat - sagging WASN'T MADE FOR YOUR ASS, THERE'S NO MALE ASHLEY STEWART.

In all these cases, we ALL KNOW OFFENDERS. I just thought it was time to tell all these fools to LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. Do something. In some cases it might be DON'T DO THIS SHIT. But at this point we are all cognizant enough to know when to hold em and when to fold em.