Yep, your girl has been MIA yet again. School is trippin, but I'm hanging in there. I'm also in the process of getting a new job, so that's been sort of hectic,too.
Anyway, I got to go to the Jill Scott concert. It was GREAT! FABULOUS! Words can not express it, so I won't try! Yall know Jill puts on a show! Unfortunately, the show was not the highlight of our night....
A friend called me and told me that she had an extra ticket. Of course, I was game because I wasn't able to get tickets before the show sold out. The concert was Friday at 8. I met my friend at her house around 6:45 or 7. Everything was the normal womanly madness-her changing three or four times and me helping out with combinations of shirts, shoes and purses (Ladies, you know how it is. Men, you do, too-this is usually the part where you're sitting somewhere with a drink-W.A.I.T.I.N.G while watching Sports Center and saying, "Looks nice, babe," to everything we come out in without actually looking up).
We get a cute outfit together that doesn't have us looking too matchy-matchy and we're out the door. We park, go into the Orpheum, buy drinks (Tequila Sunrises) and chat with people we know until the concert starts. Raheem Devaughn opens for Jill. (He was also pretty good). When his show ends, we go outside to socialize or whatever until the main show.
My friend sees a guy (he's insignificant-no one she still talks to or still has feelings for or anything like that) she used to date for years in line at the bar. He's with his new chick (who was supposed to be 'just a friend' while my friend and the guy dated). Anyway, my friend's unaffected by seeing them, but his new girlfriend is obviously letting my friend's presence upset her (???) to the tenth degree. The girl is rolling her eyes, smacking her lips and scrunching (is this a word?) up her nose at my friend. We laugh it off (because let's face it, insecurity is hilarious sometimes). My friend looks fabulous and confident and it shows. The guy is sneaking peeks at my friend (which agitated the girlfriend even more, I'm sure).
The lights dimmed indicating the next show is about to start. We scramble to get back to our seats. We have to pass the bar, so my friend says to the ex, "Hey, Joe (we'll call him Joe). How are you?" He says, "Hey Tara (we'll call my friend Tara. Ha). I'm fine." I didn't even stop walking, people. It was that quick. Just a simple hi/how are you. As we're walking, we hear, "Bitch, you got me fucked up! Don't speak to him!" Hmmmmm.
I'm thinking, uh oh because this particular friend will take NO shit. My friend stops and turns around with an, "Excuse me?" The girlfriend steps OUT of the damned drink line and says, "Bitch you heard me, don't SPEAK to him!" (Interjection-she didn't say sh** to her man who spoke back to my friend. And more importantly, who goes off for someone just speaking? They'd never had any type of run-ins previously).
Anyway, my friend and the girl are standing face to face and I'm next to my friend looking at the girlfriend. The girlfriend is mouthing off and rolling her neck and then my friend calmly takes the remainder of her drink that we'd bought earlier and effortlessly throws it in this chick's face. For about a few seconds, no one does anything. It was like in the movies when time slows. I'm looking at dude's girlfriend with Tequila Sunrise oozing down her face heading toward her neck and shirt. The girlfriend is blinking and processing the fact that she's gotten a drink thrown in her face. The boyfriend is in the line looking horrified (he knows my friend is not one to be played with-remember he dated her for years). Many of the people in the line are looking anxiously and anticipating seeing a good ass whipping. A few are shaking their heads like C'mon Black Women! Then my friend takes it a step further and throws the empty cup at the girl (not with force, but like an afterthought. You should have seen this. Talk about adding insult to injury..) and it pops her on her nose with a hollow 'POOP!'.
My friend waits calmly and patiently with a , 'Now what bitch? ' look on her face. (I love this chic). The girlfriend starts cursing and I try to step between these two because I'm not sure if it'll get ugly. The boyfriend tries to diffuse the situation the best he knows how by asking if my friend & I could we just go.
To my friend's defense, she didn't say anything out of line (or much of anything at all for that matter) to the girlfriend or the boyfriend. She just spoke to an ex in passing. No flirting, no touching, no winking. Nada. The girlfriend started cursing and stepping out of line (literally). I think this is why the boyfriend didn't say anything but asked my friend if she could just go back to her seat. He knew that his girl started that whole situation by popping off.
Anyway, she almost got her a** kicked by my girl. And get this-when I stepped between them, this girl had the nerve to call my friend a coward for throwing the drink, but let's just say she wasn't trying hard at all to get past me to get at my friend. She was hollering, "Don't touch me!" to me (PRETENDING she wanted to get through). The girl was taller and larger than me and could've gotten by if she really wanted to. I know no one would've been able to hold me back if some broad threw a drink in my face. But anywho, she was a lot of talk and I'm thinking, Honey, I'm saving you from a good ole ass whipping in front of alot of people by standing between yall! LOL. She should be sending me a Thank You note.
When I stepped between them, all I could think was, We will not be associated with women actually fighting at the damned Jill Scott concert!!! My friend later nonchalantly said, "I wasn't gonna fight that b*tch." Classic lol
