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Wait, hell I feel great today. After my weekend I am happy to be at work. To understand that I work hard and that the payoff is incredible when it comes down hard is a lovely thing. Every weekend I am learning that I am rewarded for working so hard, or maybe for being me. I don't know but something has to give. I wont be able to be persimistic or cynical if life continues to treat me so good. There are worst things to complain about right? Well on Friday morning I was pissed off, depressed, and awaiting a terrible weekend. Boy, was I wrong. It started with Urban Word. Those cats made me feel like leonardo di caprio hanging off the front of that huge boat. Yes I was the king of the world. It was amazing. I lost all nervous bones after I introduced my first poet. I kept the segways smooth, made all announcments, and the energy wasn't allowed to go down under 9.5. When I say Urban you say Word. The sadest thing was that there weren't many people that I know there, so I couldn't share my moment with too many people, but the ones that were there, showed me a lot of love. Thanks to Cirelli, for believing in me straight out of left field. Thanks Abena for being there. Thanks Cassey from Urban Word, for helping me so much. Thanks K Swift for showing all that love. And thanks to every single person that said Word when I yelled Urban. I loved hosting and everyone told me that I was a natural. People that didn't know me congratulated me for beign a great host. Not my words, but I can quote. I felt like I did a superb job.

Then started the weekend. The night was there and once again Raj knew exactly where to go. We were about 15 or 16 deep, with a mixture of Brits and Yankees, and we ate, went to a warm up bar where I enjoyed fun conversation, and people being stupid, and enjoying every moment of it. Word. So after that we went to the Sullivan Room where I expected their usual friday night format, Homegrown, but was suprised to find out that it would be Turntables on the Hudson, who I didn't know but was sure that they couldn't suck more than some of the rejects from homegrown. Wow was I in for a super duper dope ass suprise. The illest sounds on the universe. Well at least my universe. It isn't that big but it is big enough. There were sounds of Samba, deep house, live drums and congas and tamboras, and some mambo, all mixed in at the same time. And as a desert they played all that with some drum and bass at the end. I didn't stop dancing, I jumped and jumped and I think I lost two or three pounds. Seriously, my pants have been loose ever since that night. Wow those brits sure do know how to party.
Well Ima leave for a while but I will finish this later today. Gotta leave you with the prequal though. You guys still haven't heard of saturday. Wait till you get a load of Saturday. Wow. What did I do to deserve this. Don't answer that.