This all started several months ago when Awkward Duck (who will henceforth be known as Duck(If you are a 5 Heartbeats fan as I am you will understand how happy that makes my heart & if you have never seen the 5 Heartbeats, make it happen)) called me and asked if I wanted to go with her to DC for a fast and vigil against the death penalty. Duck works for a national organization that works with states to appeal the death penalty. She needed a volunteer and my travel, lodging and registration would all be covered. Of course I said Of course! Social justice+Free Trip=Im in there! I hadnt been to DC since a school trip way back in ’99 and I had heard so many great things about Chocolate City so I was excited. Time finally comes and I hop on a bus and travel the 5 hours to DC. Duck meets me at the station and we make our way to drop off our luggage.
Now I knew we were staying in a shelter. She even asked if that was ok and I told her yeah. All the other activists were staying there and I wanted to be down for the cause. Well I dont know what I thought a shelter was but this was a REAL shelter. The info said there was a separate section for volunteers and activists doing work in DC but it was nothing more than a partitioned room with monitors(residents with some sort of responsibility) on one side and us on the other. These were prison bunk beds with one inch cots. You even had to take your own toilet paper to the bathroom. Needless to say I was apprehensive but I tried to hide it as I made up my bed. So we put our stuff down and went out to explore DC. We walked to the Supreme Court to see if anyone from our group was there. There wasnt but instead we found the reporters still camped out as Thursday was the historic day that the justices upheld the Affordable Care Act (otherwise known as Obamacare) as constitutional. Duck kept saying that she wished we had gotten to DC earlier so that we could have been there when the decision came down. Reports say that there were thousands of people out celebrating the good news and a few who were against it.
We began to walk in search of something to drink because we had both been on buses all day and were parched. We finally found a place, got smoothies and sat on a bench for an hour and a half talking, laughing and watching people go by. Duck bought a few Groupons because someone got her credit card information and bought $200 worth of merchandise at a Coach store in New Jersey. She went ahead and bought the Groupons so that she would have at least 2 meals before her card was cut off. So that night we had Indian. It was really good but I didnt finish so I had leftovers for later. From there she took me over to U street and my life has never been the same! There were so many good looking Black folks! And the brothers… ooh the brothers. Just chocolate and well dressed and looking like they had all kinds of health, dental and eye benefits.
SIDE NOTE: I am not a gold digger. I could care less what a man makes however I know the importance of good benefits. And as a bearer of life it is my responsibility to make sure that my future kids have benefits. That is all.
We just walked around looking. I am celibate (at least I am going to try really REALLY hard) but after seeing all the menses I knew that I would need to do my bible study and say all my prayers while I was there. By now Duck decided that we wouldnt stay in the shelter. She said she saw the look on my face even though I tried to hide it and that we would stay with her homeboy in Maryland. I cant even lie and say that I wasnt glad she made that decision. We made our way back to the shelter to get our stuff & as we were about to run up the steps to our room the man at the front desk bellows “HEY! HEY! HEY!” all loud and aggressive. Duck was in front of me so she comes back down the steps. He asks where we were going and she says we’re with the fast and vigil, the activists. “You can talk nicer than that though,” she adds and we go on upstairs. We thought that was the end of it so she goes to the bathroom as I unmake my bed and pack my stuff. Next thing I know Duck comes in telling me to hurry up cuz they are trying to call the cops on her. I move as fast as I can, hoping that this is a misunderstanding. But as I get down the stairs I see the man from the front desk fussing with Duck and literally carrying her stuff out the door. We get outside and they are going at it! So we pump off(translation: walk off with attitude) but two men are following us. They are telling us to wait so we can talk about what happened. As the bystander I gave them my unbiased account. It really wasnt that serious and that man blew it way out of proportion. We let bygones be bygones even though the man never apologized and walked to the metro to go to Duck’s friend’s house.
As we were getting off the train, my heavy bag cracked my pinky nail and it started to bleed (this is important 1) because it REALLY hurt and 2) I asked about 20 people over the course of 3 days if they had a nail clipper and they all said NO. Clearly DC folks dont get hang nails.). He picked us up, took us to his house and after showering we all laid down on his California king and though this may sound a lil kinky, I promise there was no sex in the champagne room. I was knocked out!
And if I knew then what I knew now I would have cherished that sleep cuz I was definitely going to need it.