!@#$%^&* Homecoming

I had to censor myself because my mom might read this one day. But if some of you haven't heard...Hampton University's 2006 Homecoming sucked. I wish I had a more extensive vocabulary so I could use a word other than "sucked", but that word realy fits. Now the whole weekend wasn't worthy of the word suck. Just one day in particular. I'll get to that in a few. First let me say I was looking pretty damn fly Friday night. That night me and my homeboy Coleman hit up this party. I using the cliche, but the attire was "grown & sexy". Did I oblige...YES I DID! I've noticed a growing trend among some of my fellow bloggers...namely Jameil. She often describes her outfits. Now I don't know if this makes a little womanish (if it does let me know), but I gotta tell ya'll what the kid had on. Blue-gray argyle sweater...royal blue shirt undereath...blue and white tie...gray slacks...black loafers. Not hard bottoms...loafers. I also threw on the silver band Guess watch...the aviator style hater blockers and you I had the diamonds in my ears. Ok enough about that. Friday night's party was jumping. Biz Markie was the DJ. Yes Biz "You Got What I Need" Markie. Dude played some good stuff. So that night ended with a bang. Had me all excited for Saturday's party. That's where this story goes down faster than Jenna Jameson. Starting off the game was kinda boring...even though I ain't go in the game. I heard we only won like 13-3. I basically spent the whole day looking for a ticket for the hot party of the night. I found some eventually. So you'd think my day was starting to look up. Wrong! I had to rush back home to make my "Party Punch". If you want to know what's in it just holla at me...it will get you where you need to be, please believe me. So I rush the punch...take a quick shower and start re-inventing my sexy. I couldn't wear the same colors as yesterday. That would be asinine. So I pull out the charcoal gray slacks...standard white shirt. I know pretty lame isn't? But wait, there's more. To spruce this up I put on a red, white and grey tie. I noticed the temperature had dropped a few degrees, so I threw on the Lacoste sweater just to keep it pimpin. I put on the black hard bottoms...couldn't do the loafers two nights in a row. I left the Guess watch at home and threw on the DKNY black leather band watch. I put the diamonds on again just to blind the haters. Yeah...the kid was fresh. But...Saturday's outfit was wasted. Me and my boy CH get to the spot and it's packed. I mean like they're givnig out free crack on Georgia Ave. in D.C. packed. Turns out the bitch-ass promoters sold 1,200 tickets. The venue held 600. Anyone else notice a problem here. Just to paint a better picture for you guys, my ticket number was in the 600's. So me and CH are outside not knowing what's going on. We just figure we'll wait outside until the line starts moving. Eventually it does start moving. To the left...to the right...backwards. Apparently there was some commotion up front and security felt the need to exercise their right to pull out their tasers. CH ran...I followed him. We talked about it after the fact. Did I get in to the party Saturday? No sir. Did I get my money back bright and early the next morning? Yeah man. So to sum up Homecoming '06 for me...wack. I think from now on I'm gonna keep it real alumni. I'm gonna put on my button up, my nice jeans, some grown man Scooby-Do's (those are shoes by the way) and go to the game on Saturday. I ain't messing with these young whipper snappers no more. I'm keeping it adult from now on. At least that way I won't waste another bomb ass outfit.

P.S. This post was brought to you by Jameil. She punked me into posting. Sorry J...I won't slip up no mo...lol.

Me And My Big Mouth

So I'm going through Blog-Land on my free time and I came across Trish's page. I recommend ya'll peep her blog...good poetry. But anywho, on her blog a game of "Truth or Dare" started. SO naturally I threw my hat into the ring. Did I punk out and say "Truth" or man up and say "Dare". Neither. My simple ass picked both. The "Truth" part required me to talk about an embarassing sexual escapade. As if re-living that moment wasn't enough, I had to include the woman's reaction. Me and my big mouth. The "Dare" part was that I had to put up two pics: one of myself and one of a random white chick. That explains why you see me gracing this blog. Couldn't find the random white chick...but rest assured it does exist. But enough stalling...here's the truth.

It was senior year at Hampton (all of two years ago) and I was on the senior calss trip. They put us on a cruise and sent us off to the Bahamas. That was some of the most beautiful stuff I've seen in life. Clear water...clear skies...bikinis. So me and the boys are on the beach kicking it when I notice this chick. The first thing I pick up on is that she's crazy tall. Now I'm 6 feet no shoes on and she was at least my height or about 2 inches taller. I also notice I've never seen her before. Turns out she doesn't go to Hampton. She's a friend of a girl on the trip. She and I exchange greetings and keep it moving. After coming back from the beach me and the fellas are grubbing hard at the ship's buffet. Why is it swimming always makes you hungry?? Well we're chilling when old girl I saw at the beach with her friend rolls up. She and I start chatting it up again. Game gets laid down...she succumbs to it...we head to my room. We get to the room and waste no time "introducing" our bodies to each other. So we get ready to do our Marvin Gaye thing...you know "Let's Get It On." I pull out the Magnums from my bookbag...yes I came prepared. So we start getting into it and...you know...how can I say this...the kids come home from school early. So we take a little timeout. "It's all good," I say to myself. "This is only Round 1. That just means Rounds 2-3 are gonna go the distance." Nah chief. Rounds 2 and 3 are shorter combined than all of Round 1. I was defeated. I think I heard one of you guys just snicker...

Recap

So I did the noon show on Wednesday, and I have one word to describe it...spinning. That's what my head was doing from about 10 up until 11:45. There were times when I wasn't even thinking, I was just doing what people said. "Jarrod you need some sound in your A block, find a VOSOT...this video doesn't match the script talk about it with the editor...you have too much crime in this block, find a kicker...that's too soft we need something harder to start this block." You guys get the idea. It's funny because you think you have a good grip on something because you've HELPED someone do it, but once you do it ON YOUR OWN it's an entirely different beast. When you're helping you have all these grand ideas about how YOU'D do it different. But once given that chance yo're just trying to get the show written let alone add some new elements. I didn't have butterflies in my stomach, I had a nest of hornets. There were times I thought I was gonna hurl, and this is while I'm fielding 800 questions from my executive producer...two or three other producers helping me out...the editor...the assignment desk and myself. It was the most stressful I've been in a long time. And yeah, I'll admit while doing all this I questioned if I wanted to do this full time. And I came up with the answer yes. I like being in control...I like controlling stuff. I just didn't know how. But after Wednesday I feel a little better about it. So the kid got his mojo back for a least a half hour...but please believe the next day I was back on the night shift. This dues paying thing sucks.