Homecoming 2007
Shall I sum Homecoming up in one word? Alright… let’s try AMAGZING! I had so much fun this past weekend. It was CRAZY. Though I do not attend Howard University, here in Washington DC, I was once a member of the marching band there. So basically, their homecoming is my homecoming. Howard’s Homecoming is the BIGGEST event period. Seriously, just ask Ludacris
“then jump in the car and just ride for hours. Makin sure I don’t miss the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C. it’s plenty women to see..”
And if you don’t believe Ludacris, then I’m sorry for ya. This weekend was great. It all started on Thursday when two of my best friends came into town. Michael came from Detroit and Chris came from Atlanta. They both got here about 12pm. Mike came to see me, and I ended up hanging with him for a couple of hours. After Mike left my house, I got my hair done. India came over and we headed to the mall. Of course, I had no money whatsoever. I ended up taking back a shirt I bought a couple of weeks ago so that I didn’t have to ask my mother for any money. (Which I did on Friday night) I got home Thursday night and had to get dress. Chris and Mike wanted to take me out to a club. I think Thursday night’s experience wasn’t the best. The place we went was really crowded and hot. The DJ wasn’t playing any good music, OK… allow me to take that statement back, the music was good, but it wasn’t the greatest. Once we left that place (about 20 mins. into being there), we went on the hunt of other places to party on a Thursday night. Of course we found none. After giving up, we all got a bit hungry and went to get a jumbo slice of pizza. Wanna see what a Jumbo Slice looks like… here ya go 
. They dropped me off at home and I went to sleep!
Friday, I stayed in bed most of the day. I didn’t get home until 3am on Thursday, so I was dead tired. But as much as I wanted to stay in bed all of Friday, I couldn’t. We were planning on going to another club. Love But before I could even think to get ready for the club, I had to make a surprise appearance at a friend’s Birthday Dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. Let’s just say I will never go to the Cheesecake Factory again. The food was OK. I got a Chicken Caesar Salad (something that I just began eating a couple of months ago) but the price of the food was close to $508 for 15 people. Now I know that is a lot of people, and the cost of it wasn’t the worse part. The worse part was that when it came time to pay the bill, everyone “forgot” what they got. I wasn’t not going to stay until they got that together, I had to be home and ready by 10:30pm and it was pushing 9:30.
Once I got home, and got dressed, we headed to the club. It was fantastic. Though Mike complained the whole time. He went out and got a tattoo earlier in the day and because there were so many people there, they were bumping up against the tattoo. My feet were hurting in the heels, so I took them off. Besides Mike’s complaining and the amount of people there, I had a good time.
Saturday morning… I got home from Love at about 4am and went to sleep. But my sleep didn’t last long. I got a wake up call from Chris at about 9:30am telling me to be ready in about 30 mins. Because my hair was messed up, I had to do it again. I got it done, got dressed and we made our way up to Howard (which is about a 10 min. drive from my house) The parade was going on. I even saw my Alma Mata, Dunbar Senior High school. I thought I was going to get emotional when I heard the band playing. Reason being, the band was doing the chant that I made up in 2001. I was so happy, yet felt it was time for them to get a new chant. My legacy. Something to remember me by!
Inside the Band building (Fine Arts), I received hugs and kisses from my friends who I hadn’t seen in months. It was so wonderful. We went to the game (Howard University Bison VS. North Carolina A&T Aggies) and surprisingly Howard’s football team won. I was downright shocked. After the game, the bands battled and then the drummers. This is where things get a bit… weird.
When I was just a wee lad… OK I was actually in the 9th grade, I met someone who I hold near and dear to my heart. His name is Keith. Keith is my 1st love. Him and I have known each other for a long time, but we are no longer together, though I still love him and he still loves me. Seeing him (and this happens each time I see him), I can’t help but get butterflies. I don’t really know why, I’m pretty sure I am over him, but… it happens. At 1st I was a bit to scared to even make my way over to where he was. (Keith marches for A&Ts marching band), but finally I did and I saw him. Love is crazy.
I got home about 8pm that night (Saturday) and decided that instead of going out and hanging with Mike or Chris, I was going to go to bed. I was tired from the weekend’s activities and needed a good amount of sleep.