Archive for May, 2009

Late Bloomer

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

I come from a small town- one of those towns where everyone knows everyone, where funerals turn into parties, and where we all keep the same hairdresser we’ve had since we can first remember.

My hairdresser is a family friend, whom lives about 20 minutes past my mom and dad’s home in Chalmette. I live about 2 hours away from mom and dad. So being that I live so far away, when I want to get my hairs all fancied up, I need to go on the weekend. 

Weekends are normally dedicated to Zack. 

Awhile back, I needed a haircut- very badly. The night before, I tell Zack that I need to leave kind of early because of the appointment. Zack, being a trooper, said, “Hey, I’ll take the ride with you.” Word. I like the company on the drive there and back.

So we awake the next morning. I shower, get ready; Zack showers and starts to get ready…

As he’s looking through his closet for what seemed to be quite a bit of time, I finally mention that if he didn’t hurry it up, I would be late for my hair appointment.

His response: “I can’t decide which black tshirt I want to wear.”

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Socialite

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

I’m typically a wall flower. I hate being the center of attention; unwanted/un-needed attention makes my face and ears turn red. This problem became an even bigger problem when I was in a relationship with Omar. He loved the lime light. I, though, was not as comfortable around tons of people. He deemed me “socially awkward”. Call it socially awkward or whatever else you’d like, I just wasn’t into everyone being focused on me. I’m just not that vain. He’s probably reading this blog post now, thinking to himself- Yes! She has another post about me. Is that right Om? You’re so vain…you probably think this blog post is about you, don’t you? Don’t you?!?

Well, it’s not.

Last weekend, Zack and I were walking out of the  grocery. I was on the phone with my mom and didn’t realize that this couple was waving Zack down. He walked over by them and began talking to them. I finished up my convo with mom and walked over. I try to be conscious of the fact that I don’t want to be socially awkward. The old Cherry would have waited to be introduced. Not the new Cherry though.

As soon as I walked up, I put out my hand to shake each of their’s and proudly introduced myself. The conversation ended about 5 seconds later. I politely said, “It was very nice to meet you both.” Zack and I went on our way to the car.

After we were out of their ear shot, Zack says to me, “You thought I knew those people, didn’t you?”

Turns out they were a bunch of drunks who needed a jump on their car, though the car was running while we were talking to them. I’ve turned into such a socialite, befriending New Orleans’ finest! Take that, Om, who’s socially awkward now, huh?!?

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Mustache Mayhem

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

Zack is quite the character. He likes having facial hair. He looks good with facial hair. I dig the beard most when it’s trimmed up. Well, he gave it a nice little trimming the other day. He shaved the whole beard off- and left a MUSTACHE! He’s celebrating “Mustache May” ( http://www.mustachemay.com )

This particular web site encourages guys from all over to sport a ’stache during the month of May and take a picture each day that relates to the “theme of the day” and then post it online so everyone can comment on how rad the mustache is. Well, yesterday’s theme was: It’s like a pet for your face.

I suggested that he take a picture with his head hanging out of a car window, ya know…like people let their dogs do. 

So yesterday, I drove up and down West Napolean (to create the windy effect) while he stuck his head out the window and took pictures of himself and his mustache.

I’m just waiting for the day (and I’m sure it’ll come) when we go to eat and need to ask for a table for three-myself, him, and the mustache. He’s lucky that I embrace it.

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