Superstar Super Bowl

If I told you what I did on my first Super Bowl Sunday in New York, you would probably think I am wacker than you already do.

And I wouldn't change anything  . . .well maybe I would have let Prince Hakeem walk me all the way home. He's the cutie I met at the gym Super Bowl night.

Yeah, Super Bowl Sunday. First part of the game I helped my mentor and one my big inspirations in life and magazines with blogger stuff. Mitzi Moments is my new ish . . .and not just because I love alliteration.
Next I hit the gym for a speedy workout forty five minutes before it closed. About to hit the locker room after I really stepped it up on the weights, I see this arm machine I like . . .and this cutie using the machine next to it.
I think its a good move to do a rep of ten.
I'm right.
Somehow the machine is locked. Prince offers to help and turns out to have a very sexy British mix accent. I do my rep. We chat. He asks me to wait for him after coming out the locker room.

When we get to the corner he is ready to walk me all the way to my place with my cart of clothes. He mentioned earlier he is in school so I ask if he has class tomorrow, which he does.  So I say let's exchange numbers and he has this perplexed look as he says he doesnt like giving out his number.

All I could do was laugh.

In a weird way it was extra refreshing because most guys want your number and to give you theirs before they even know your name.

After sending Prince on his way I head to the laundry mat to wash some clothes which is long over due. While they are drying I hit pathmark and buy tons of grapes on sale and stock up on lean cuisines.

The Giants win.

My comforter is dry.

Heading home I run into a Howard School of C buddy with a group of Howard folk coming from Floyd's Super Bowl party, who I had seen earlier at church. She lives around the block. I know I looked like the old lady who lived in a shoe with groceries and laundry on Super Bowl Sunday, but I was happy as hell, knowing I was going into a very busy week (and yeah, my first one as a full time employee:) with groceries and fresh undies.

Super Bowl Sunday was great.

Or three times dope as my lil bro Keesean would say.