Sunday was extraordinarily beautiful in Soda City. I had been in my office all day, writing, while longingly staring out the window. I was listening to the radio and the announcer was doing a live feed from the One House Music Festival. Being a child of the 90s, my interest was piqued about this event. The thought entered my mind ‘I should go’! Then, immediately, the analysis paralysis began.
I’ll have to get dressed. What am I going to wear? I have no decent clothes. My hair. OMG my hair! The humidity fairies did a number on this thing. How am I going to corral my hair? Do I have a chair to sit in? I don’t want to go by myself. There are never guys that like big girls at these things. What if I see someone I know? I’ve gained so much weight..,
Then my inner life coach kicked into boot camp mode.
IF YOU DON’T GET OFF THIS COMPUTER AND PUT MISS GIRL IN A BUN AND TAKE YOUR BEHIND TO THE PARK!!!!! ALL THAT TALK ABOUT GETTING OUT AND LOVING YOURSELF AND BS SUCH AS THAT!!! SHOW AND PROVE HEIFER!!!!!!!
Immejutly, I got up, lassoed my hair into a bun, got dressed, grabbed my borrowed lawn chair and took my behind to the park! And you know what? I had a good time! I didn’t do anything special. I went in, purchased a bbq sandwich, sat down and enjoyed some good ole house music *dances in chair* YOU IN MY HUT NOW!! The event was sponsored by the One House Music Foundation and was put together in less than three weeks, according to one of the founders. There were quite a few vendors including Ben’s BBQ, which he billed as the World’s Best. He may not be wrong because that sandwich I had was GOOD! It was a great event. They are trying to have it every year at the same time and place, the last Saturday in September, MLK Park on Greene street, which is a wonderful venue; plenty of green grass and places to dance. If they could move it to Finley Park that would be AWESOME! Well done, OHMF!
The men in attendance were varied and beautiful, with many well-dressed, good smelling, attractive men my age. That being said, it’s always good to be observant of a person’s actions. There was a woman there that was getting her groove on really, really energetically; lots of thrusting and grinding with a few near twerking incidents. The men ogled, as expected. Even I was looking at her. What did I expect the men to do? Avert their eyes? Anyways, I noticed two men (cute!) whispering to each other as they watched her. They took an hour, patiently drawing closer and closer to her, until they ended up at the table where she was closest. Eventually, they were having a conversation with her, while she dropped it low enough to flash her drawls…or maybe she wasn’t wearing any. *shrugs*
Another notable event, I was approached by a man. Not the best candidate, mind you, considering he had some dental issues and what appeared to be some sort of flesh-eating bacteria situation on his fibula, but approached I was! It was not a new occurrence, but one that only occurs infrequently. So it was nice.I had to regretfully (not) decline his earnest advances.
Aren’t you proud of me? I went out! I was approached BECAUSE I went out. Like The Stray, I put myself in a position to be noticed. And nobody threw rocks!
I think I can do this. I’m going to try it again soon!
Tonya D. Thomas 