Everytime I remember those words my heart melts and I go to mush. Dear me!
So yesterday, Sunday, was some kind of day. It had been a very chaotic weekend. Partied Friday night. Got in by 6am, up by 8am, had a brief meeting and then the day flew by. I was going to make it an early night but my friend calls and says we should please go out. As if he remote-controlled me, I got up and started getting dressed. Another long night. Another night without sleep. Sunday I went for an early mass and then back home I caught up with Jane The Virgin and loads of sleep. So when evening came my eyes were shining like the proverbial torchlight. I was having a random chat with my friend Mola and when the gist got to hot for whatsapp she said "come to Mega Plaza". It was 9pm, I was in my nightie and my eyes were swollen but I was off the sofa like a rocket.
Grill At The Penthouse
I often see pictures of GATP on Bella Naija and when my friend asked me to come to Mega I had no idea that's where I was headed. I'd thought she was just having drinks, because it was Friday night and people had to go to work on Monday morning, right? Wrongish... The place was packed and bursting with people. I got to the entrance and then I saw a crowd of people trying to get in, some youngens begging the bouncers to let them in and some chicas batting their lashes, hoping some guy would take them in. I thought to myself, dang I'm too old for this ish. I fiddled with my phone for a bit, trying to figure out what to do, begging isn't one of my strong suits. On a whim I walked to the entrance and on sighting me, the bouncers immediately waved me in and lifted the rope thingy to grant me access. Yes mehn, I'm obviously old.
Did I just say I'm old? Yup. My friend and her cousin were chilling by a table. Just as I got there one of the organizers came to appeal to her to please give the table up. Apparently those tables were for people who had actual money to spend, people who bought drinks by the bottles and popped champers by the dozens, and not for people who bought two glasses of Long Island and a plate of chips. I thank God for Mola, because left to me I would have jejely respected myself and got up. Mola on the other hand said "No can do. If they want a table they can come and join us and share their drinks with us but I'm not going anywhere". The guy, a flustered small boned Lebanese man who's obviously used to Mola's stubbornness by now just shook his head and walked away. I sat down and sipped on my Long Island and watched my friend toss her big booty this way and that when this cute guy came and said "Ma'am would you like to dance?". Ma'am? Ma'am! Kai. I told him no thanks. I wished I could tell him I would like to talk though, but I guess people don't go to such parties for the great conversation, so I let him walk away.
At almost midnight people were still coming in. I'd seen some very popular faces, a few I knew, most thanks to Bella Naija. Mola pointed at one of the guys and burst out laughing "this one thinks he's D'banj". "This one" happened to be the son of a former Oyo state governor who got married last year (thanks once again to Bella Naija). Suddenly Mola didn't think he looked so ridiculous when I told her who he was. Smh.
Coincidentally this D'banj wannabe happened to be a friend or acquaintance to someone that I used to know. They were beside my table so I tapped *Ayo. It took him a moment to realize who I was (guys I had a pashmina wrapped around my head and I wore my glasses *covers face*). When he did he screamed and grabbed me in a hug. Then he whispered "I love you, still".
Oh boy! My knees were week. My knees are week! Those words killed me.
I would have you know that my reaction is solely as a result of the fact that I've been so starved of love and affection (LOL), and having someone say those words to me just made me feel things I haven't felt in a while. Ayo, whom I last saw about two years ago, and I, were always platonic. Nothing more. I know he was fond of me like one would be of a younger sister, but still, the words gave me butterflies.
I also ran into a former classmate who apparently does PR for GATP, and a few other people I know. It was a ball!
View from the Penthouse. Since y'all didn't get me my camera *snivels* I bought me a new Samsung phone and it takes really great pictures (most times). Loving it!
If you like a good party and you don't want the Friday night charade, try GATP at Mega Plaza on Sundays. It starts in the afternoon and its on till wayyyy past midnight. Of course if you've got a 9 to 5 you might not want to!
Speaking of midnight, it was a few minutes past midnight, meaning Monday! People poured in and I wondered, are there these many unemployed people in Lagos, or are they just not 9-5ers?
So, It was past midnight and I realized I had only a few hours of sleep left. On that note I carried my bag and kissed my friend goodnight.
Hoes Have No Days Off.
That's what I realized on my way down. Some shady looking igbo men were in the elevator, and there was this really nice looking babe with us. Right there and then she was propositioned and she immediately agreed to go home with them, on the condition that they treat her "right". Seen! I wondered that she wasn't embarassed to conclude the transaction in my presence. Shocked also, that the pretty lady with the nice expensive looking clothes and the slight American accent was a prostute! LMAO. Lagos, all na wash!
Back home I gave a friend a run down on my weekend, ending the account with the girl in the elevator. Then the age old debate started; "she's a runs girl". "No she's a prostitute". "No she's not a prostitute, she's a runs girl". "Runs girl. Prostitute. Any difference?"
Haha! And so this is what I've been asked to ask. Technically "runs" is prostitution, but personally I don't think "runs girls" are prostitutes. Honestly, I'm not sure why. What do you think? Same thing? Different? What makes them different?
*Good night guys. I've blogged 'one leg in one leg out' for the past few days. I haven't read any comments or visited my usual blogs. I haven't responded to mails either, I apologize for that. Hopefully after this night's rest I'll be back on track".