Today I went to the Natural Hair Care Expo at the Pikesville Armory with my mom. It was pretty neat. There were people with locs EVERYWHERE. Long BEAUTIFUL locs. I felt so left out with my fluffy french roll. Other than that, I really didn't feel left out, which is weird being that when I'm around a large group of black people I usually feel like a outcast, but for once I didn't. It was nice.

I've always wanted to learn how to do those beautiful hair wraps like you see the muslim girls or African girls at school wear or like neo-soul singers wear, but I never felt like it was appropriate to ask. Well there was a lady there who did free hair wrap lessons and sold gelees and hair wrapping instructional videos. Well she did a hair wrap for me and I must admit, I looked quite beautiful. In fact so much so that my mom got all glassy on me and wandered off so that I could see her shedding a tear or two. So I bought one of the videos as my mom owns a scarf that I can use as a gelee.

I also bought this industrial looking braclet (It looks like a metal noose) that was sold to me for $20 instead of $30 by a 25 year old Ghanan history teacher by the name of Kofi Asare. Kofi was absolutely crazy about me. I have never had a guy flirt with me without the intention of getting so play out of it. and he was flirting hardcore too. He kissed my HAND for chrissakes!!!! How many guys kiss a woman's hand anymore when he finds her attractive? He talked to my mom and asked about me about school and my family and was generally very nice. He said that he just was so excited and happy to meet me as he wasn't even supposed to be there tonight but his brother asked him to at the last minute and it was just his luck that he should meet such a "beautiful Nubian queen" such as myself in a place like this. He was really taken with me and actually attempted to give me his contact info twice. I just smiled and giggled the whole time not knowing exactly what to say, being that I'm usually the aggressor in most flirtations that I'm involved in. Then he tried to buy me stuff and then I knew I had to leave because I was entering into a realm that I had never traversed before: Hot Babedom. In movies, guys fall all over themselves and buy girls extravagent gift (he was going to buy me a $165 distressed skirt. That's the same amount as one jumperskirt from most Lolita brands!). So, with a hug and a promise to holla at him, I bounced. He was a nice guy and all but I really have given up on relationships for right now. Yes, even with Jordan. I'm not even going to pursue her.

I also saw Harry Cohen, a kid I went to elementary school with (Woodmoor Elementary, we're electric! Boogie Woogie Woogie! I know lame...) and he remembered me right away as the girl in the purple sweatsuit (oh my God he cannot talk with his forest green one so there). At least he didn't fuss me out about not calling his boy James (my ex prior to Will) and breaking up properly. However, I seriously doubt that after 4 years of no contact that he still cares anyway.

I also got a shirt at the table for http://www.nappyuniversity.com/ that says "Everybody Loves a Black Girl", kind of like those "Everyone Loves a Republican" or the "Everyone Loves a Jewish Girl". It's cute.

All in all, it was a rather nice day. This afropunk got a bit more in touch with the afro side of her identity, much to her mother's joy. I also smell very good, which is good because I haven't bathed in a while and I was starting to smell like a drunk crusty-punk. Now one side of me smells sweet and clean (white tea and lemongrass w/ a touch of something else which at this moment I can't remember what it is called) and on the other like a what I imagine Cleopatra wore when she seduced Marc Antony and Julius Cesar.

It was a nice way to end winter break and it'll give me an interesting story for tomarrow's dinner with my college posse.

Oh I almost forgot a about this ginger root drink my mom abd I tried before we left. It reminded me of the ginger ale Jenna had at her party. I prefer Rasheed's (the brewer of this drink) Taste of Paradise drink. It had cinnamon, which is my spice of preference over ginger.

Oh and then there was the pushy herbalist lady. "COME BACK TO THE MOTHERLAND". With Kofi.

I'm a bad person and am probably going to hell, but that's ok as long as they let me bring that delicious aloe juice that the herbalist was selling.

Okay that's all. One love peeps. (I think I might end my posts from now on with this.) John Brown ou.