Twenty-Second of March

I’m really digging the fact that Spring is here. The concept of Spring is so smooth, I wish I had thought of it myself. In the meantime I need to get down on some serious cleaning. I used to be one of the most organized people I know and somehow my life seems to be a little dishevel. It won’t take long and I promise to write more during the process.

So que pasa right?

It has been 21 days since my last post – so get some Chai (spicy apple is my fav) and nestle in for a whole lotta rambling.

Before I delve too far into the happenings here are a couple of recent snaps.

My mum took this one after I had just finished watching America’s Next Top Model. I just wish they would give Brandy the boot. I was about to head out to Tastemaker’s a biweekly event put on by friend Divine Justice.

Here is one of me and Muna. My friend from the 8th grade who has truly seen the real Adrienne and understands my nomadic tendencies. Also one of few who came to see me while I was out in LA LA land.

Now it is safe for me to proceed.

After I finished the promo in Orlando for AutoShow in Motion I had a week to lag around the house. I actually didn’t intend for that to happen, but I cancelled on a promo for the NCAA / Cingular in Panama City because they sent me the details the night before. I was depressed – I was over it. Plus I needed to stack up on my blogs for Gadling.

Then I headed up to Alabama to stay with my best friend, her uh sorta fiance and their precious little daughter. I commuted a hour and a half everyday for the last week to Panama City for another promotion going on with Verizon Wireless.

Before I get into the promotion lets talk about the driving because I did a lot of it. Road therapy as I have come to define it. Everyday I told myself I would spend the first part of the drive listening and repeating after my Pimsleur Language Farsi CD. At the end of the day I would just listen and digest what I was hearing. This helped me greatly and I learned a lot in just a couple of hours, being alone without reception and just taking it in. I would share my new lingo discoveries, but I understand how boring Farsi can be for everyone else. So let’s not and say I did…

The open road is an amazing thing. When I drive down through the country and not a single car is on the road for 30 minutes at a time I just begin to feel lost, found, uncertain, too certain, scared, sad, and happy. A mixed handful of feelings surrounds me. (I’m hoping this normal and not bi-polar).

There were times I would be passing through town like Samson, AL or Sweet Gum Head, FL and I felt a little uneasy. It was nothing, but pure klan country and I felt my butt cheeks sucking up the seat as I cruised through. I found myself wanting to paint murals of spooks, cotton gatherers, and black stone faces against the barns and John Deere trucks. I wondered how much the land had cried and how many awful incidents from the past had taken place in this country long ago. How many men, women or children hid in a bush while they went searching to bring them back.

Something should be there to help ease the way for your Negro women like myself driving alone though I’m not sure that would have either. Really it was just a weird emotion that came over me and I don’t even know much about Samson, AL or Sweet Gum Head, FL… They could be the friendliest towns in all the southern US, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Then another self discovery came about. A realization. I thought to myself why do I love this, why does the road beckon me or the air with flight? Well here I found that it gives me the feeling my life is going places though I could be going nowhere at all. It’s like I see the miles clicking, the gas going, the engine running, and yet my mind is still trying to figure out what to pack. I’m there, but I’m not. I’m seeing it all and missing it all. Or am I? Ultimately it gives me the impression I am doing something with my life. I’ll need some more time and some more stop signs, line ends merge left, dead ends, U-turns, tailgating and no diving from bridge signs to figure this all out. I figure I’ve got some time.

Now the promotion was pretty cool. I got to hang out, eat chips and salsa, drink smoothies, talk about cell phones, walk along the beach, get sunburned, meet cool drunk college kids, eye men in Speedos, watch girls wrestle in salsa, participate in relay races. It wasn’t bad at all. The only part I can complain about was the first two days.

They had this thing called the lotion squad and I had to do it for the first two days. SUCKED!!!! I had a to wear a tiny tank top which lead to my being sunburned (also didn’t put on sunscreen – bad I know) and read LOTION SQUAD. My job these two days was to hand out little packets of glitter body lotion which actually looked a lot like lubricant. SUPERB right? Uh, no.

Here’s a few of the lines I encountered:

“Only if you rub it on me.”

“Do you come with the lotion?”

“Hey everybody, she’s got lube!!!”

Etc… You get the picture. And beyond that I had to take pictures of folks with a new camera phone. I just thought that whole set up was shady. But then it got better.

Otherwise I really valued spending time with my best homegirl and Kamira. Latofia and I had the chance to go out one night to Oscar’s in Enterprise, AL. It was a chill little bar/lounge and my very very first crush ever was there. TRON JONES.

He still looks handsome as ever, but he still doesn’t know how my heart secretly throbbed for him when I was a 10 and suffering from the early stages of being a woman. He used to ride by on his ten speed everyday after school and I would melt.

Then Latofia goes and says – “Tron likes white girls anyway.”

That is the story of my life I guess.

Anyhow here are some more shots from the week.

Me and Kamira checking the scenes.

Thinking, what next?

Looks just like one of the stuffed animals.

Pyro maniac!!! No, that’s just the night light.

An hour or so at Helen’s. Way long time no see. Helen was the first person I met in Enterprise when I moved there and I don’t think I have seen her since 5th grade.

The Army had a tent set up. They made drunk Amy’s and Ashley’s do push up’s for free stuff. It was funny.

Awww – Yeah. Sponge B-zzzy in the house. They supplied juicy yellow smoothies for all.

Promo for the new film – The Island.

Another snap of folks in the balls rolling around. I really wish I could have done this.

The MTVU village. Here is where they gave out all the free Herbal Essence goods and also got silly college students to sign up for Citi Bank cards for a free tee-shirt. How sad.

The MTVU stage. Common, Talib kweli, and Akon performed two days prior.

The rump shakers. Drunk of course.

Gulf of Mexico.

The Verizon Wireless Hub where I worked for the week.

Nate – a co-worker shooting pool in the hub.

The phones.

Our fabulous Emcee.

The Bad News Bears batting cages.

Sahara movie promo.

Me and co-worker Elena.

Please folks, don’t let this sunburned fire marshall bill look-a-like baby sit your kids. Yes, I know this is an awful picture, but I’m all about the good, the bad, and the real ugly.

Now that I am back home in Tampa I am working on promos for Play Station 2 and Big Red with more to come. Tons of cleaning has to be done and I need to get back to writing for pay.

It was nice hanging out with you and I hope we talk again soon. I missed you Xanga.