height and weight are exactly the same, especially now that I'm back to 128 pounds. Boy am I happy to be back at my pre-baby weight, because I don't think I could've made it being a chubby chick.
Turning her nose up like something stinks she looks hard at me and says, "I know that's not what you wearing." Ha! This bitch is really tripping now because I know I look good. I'm rocking the shit out of this Akademiks outfit, which consists of a pair of tight dark blue jeans, and a red loose-neck half sweater with a logo on front that hung off one shoulder.
Because I didn't get any stretch marks after having Raisha, I put my tight abs on display. I got on my brand new knee-high red leather Nine West boots that I picked up from the mall a couple weeks ago. I'm hoping like hell that they don't make my feet hurt late, cause that would not be a good look. I hate seeing a hoe walking in the club with no shoes on; how tacky is that? They cool right now, but you know how it is when you wear a new pair of shoes; I should've broken these bitches in first.
Anyway, with my diamond heart necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, wedding ring, and two diamond tennis bracelets, I was shitting on these hoes! My brown hair had just gotten streaked blonde and I let it hang loosely past my shoulder blades. I knew I was stepping the fuck out, so I didn't care what she had to say.
"Where's my Rai-Rai!" Tasha yells through the house. She loves Raisha with all her heart and will do anything for her, because she says she'll never have children of her own. Something about not wanting to share everything she has with another person; the bitch is just selfish, if you ask me.
The next thing I know, Raisha is flying down the hallway in her Dora pajamas, screaming, "Auntie, Auntie!" When she finally gets close enough, she jumps mid-air and lands in Tasha's arms. Tasha smothers her with kisses for at least a minute straight before she puts her down.
Opening her purse, she searches around in it before saying, "Look what Auntie got for her baby." She hands Raisha a small box with a pair of small gold Dora the Explorer earrings. Excitedly Raisha quickly gives Tasha a kiss and then runs down the hall to show her daddy the new gift.
Shaking my head I warn, "If you buy her one more damn thing."
"Bitch please! That's my only niece and if I wanna spoil her, I'm gonna spoil her. Besides I know yo' ass ain't talking with all the shit y'all buy her."
"Shut up!" was all I could say, 'cause I knew she was right.
Coming out of the room dressed in a white wife beater and some basketball shorts, Raimone says, "What's up, Tasha?"
"Shit, just doing me and dodging these lames." She replies as she sits on the couch rummaging through her purse looking for something.
"That's cool, but don't make this here a habit." He says winking at me. I laugh inside because I know that he's trying to make her mad.
"Make what a habit?" Tasha asks, pulling out a pair of signature Baby Phat earrings. Glancing my way with a look of confusing on her face, she puts an earring in each of her ears. I avoid her gaze by looking down at my fresh French manicure.
"This club-hopping shit," Raimone explains. "Sasha is a married woman now. She supposed to be at home, not at the club acting whorish."
Tasha jumps up from the couch so fast she drops the matching necklace on the floor. "Raimone gone with all that bullshit! Nigga what about you, don't yo' ass go to clubs and ain't you married?"
"Don't question me, woman!" Not able to act mad any longer, he laughed.
Tasha bends down to pick up her necklace and puts it on while walking toward to the door. "Boy bye with yo' silly ass!"
"See ya! Y'all be careful out there, baby," Ramoine tells me as I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a succulent kiss on the lips. After smacking me on my ass, he turns and heads back into the bedroom. "Have fun!" I hear him say as I grab my red clutch and walk out the door.
By the time we got to the club, it was well after twelve, because we had to pick up our cousin Keisha from our Aunt Monica's house. Keisha Marie Jones, who we all called "Keish," is our father's sister's only child. She wasn't only our cousin--she was also our best friend. Born only ten days apart, we were more like triplets. When we were younger, people would call us "Three the Hard Way" Because we caused so much ruckus everywhere we went. But, hey, that was just us, I guess.
Keisha was a beautiful girl, caramel colored, light brown eyes, standing around 5'"; at 15 pounds, she was thicker than Tasha or me. She always wore her honey blonde hair in a Halle Berry cut, and trust me she wore it well. Tonight she had on a pink cat suit, with some black thigh-high boots, and a black half jacket. As she walked towards the club, all you heard were niggas yelling about her big-ass booty. That girl had more ass then the law allowed. She had so much she could give me and Tasha most of it and still have plenty.
The club was packed! Believe me, there was muthafuckas wall to wall. There were bitches dancing on top of the speakers that were in each corner of the dance floor. This one chick had the nerve to be up there in a short-ass skirt with no fucking panties! What the hell was wrong with these desperate bitches these days?
The killer was the fact that she was showing off those raggedy-ass thighs like her shit was cute; all I could do was shake my head. After getting a drink at the bar, we took a seat over at a booth in the corner to soak up the scene. I was looking in awe at how some of these people came outside; people would wear anything! Bitches were walking past me with their hair jelled back, and I swear I saw a girl with her hair in a fan--what the fuck?
"I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams. See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million-dollar boat, that's whiter then what's spilling down your throat."
"That's my shit!" Keish yells as we all get up and head toward the dance floor.
As soon as our feet hit the floorboards, guys are grabbing at us trying to get a dance. Snatching my arm away from some dreadlock-wearing nigga, I look over to see Keish and Tasha grinding and shaking their asses up on some dudes; they were being a little too touchy-feely for me.
"When the pimp's in the crib, Ma; Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. When the pigs try to get at you; Park it like it's hot, Park it like it's hot, Park it like it's hot...."
I'm on the floor fucking up that dance ole' girl was doing in the video when I feel someone come up behind me and start to dance. Turning around ready to flip out, I see that the guy isn't bad looking and I finish doing my thing. We dance for three songs straight before I walk away; it's hot in this damn sweater!
Desperately needing to cool off, I walk off the dance floor in search of a seat on the patio. I'm getting irritated because it's taking me forever to get outside--I was bumping into so many people. Everybody in this bitch is either smoking a cigarette or black and mind, so my eyes are starting to burn.
Apparently, I bump into this one girl too hard; I heard her say something smart. Not thinking anything of it I kept it moving, not even bothering to look back. I had better shit to do with my time than to be arguing at the club. I quicken my pace when I see an available seat right in the front of the patio, until I feel someone tap me on my shoulder. Thinking it was some bug-a-boo-ass nigga, I spin around ready to tell him to step the fuck off; I'm greeted by a light-skinned chick with red hair.
"Excuse you!" she yells over the music.
"What?" I asked, confused. Who the fuck was this chick, and what did she want?
"I said 'excuse you'; you bumped into me back there." She rolled her neck, and pointed to where I guess she was when I bumped her.
I know the look on my face has got to be priceless; she can't be real. "Are you serious?" I asked, standing akimbo, not believing that this bitch was really tripping on a little bump. It wasn't that fucking serious, if you ask me. Hell, you bump into a million people at the club, and nobody comes up to you talking shit.
"Yes the fuck I am, bitch. Now say 'excuse me'!"
she yelled once again, this time putting her finger in my face. Now I'm not sure what she was looking for, but she's defiantly about to get it.