Magical Tipsy Toes

It’s 4am in the morning. I am struggling to type this out with much difficulty. I will proababky need Nita to proof read all this things I am typing. I feel this great need to type this out while its still fresh in my head and im still overwhelmed by it all.

I got bamboozled folks. Bamfrickingboozled!!

It really began when Lav said “Ok Kel…Wednesday I wanna go Timbre ok…” And I wasn’t feeling it though….but then again..anywhere with Lav is always cool with me.

The calls and messages came in on Wednesday afternoon…”so Kel, what you up to tonight..”, “where you heading to tonight Kel….” I was informed by Lav that I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. It was secret….or rather in her words…. “Wednesday is a secret. I cannot tell anybody =)” See, I thought I was the spiffy one with a secret.

I took my time tonight. Came home after a long stressful funeral day. Headed back home…badly needed a nap….Lav called and said she was ready and the need to dress up was imperative because she was dressed really spiffily. I headed down to town cause the need for peppermint mocha was screaming my name…..chilled at starbucks and made our way to Timbre. Some people were messaging me….some mentioned they were at some sort of dinner…some at home resting…and I honestly it was just gonna be Lav and me.

Lav: “I didn’t have time to write you a letter. A before your birthday letter. So I will message it to you now.

Dearest kelly. I know it’s your birthday tonight but you’re following me to a place I want. Thank you. I really hope you have a good time and that you leave your worries behind. I love you. Love La.

Did I mention that I thought I was the spiffy one with a secret?

I was wrong.

Walking towards Timbre…my mind distracted by other stuff….when I heard a loud… “Pssst….”

That’s when I saw them. All of them. My office buds, my cousins and best buds and external buds of sorts. Standing there….grinning and smiling…You guys got me real good. You really did.

I wish you guys could see just how much my heart is smiling and grinning right now. When I almost wanted to cry when I saw all of you standing there with your silly smiles and grins….and when I watched my best buds laughing at the corner….and watching my office buds who make work my favourite place to be….and watching all my cousins at the bar…laughing so loudly….watching external buds having a good time and trying their best to see who can down their drinks the fastest. For a while….I sat there and I watched each one of you. Each one…who have shared your stories, your life, your laughter, your tears…your heart and your mind. I could not ask for more. And I would never want to. You guys are in my circle of protection. I am after all an ex-mafia olive picker.

And I love each one of you. Very much. Yes, even when I’m angry or not feeling very spiffy.

Thank you my babies….Tonight, I fall asleep with a silly drunkard smile on my face…cause I’m blessed to have you in my life.

With all my love,
Kelly.

This is Nita typing on behalf of Kelleh who is quite drunk but still sober enough to stand next to me and inspect what I’m writing and singing wonky lyrics. She would like to inform you that the pics will follow VERY soon as she is too drunk and hoo haaed to extricate pics and put them out.

Thank you! and happy birthday Kel!

I was chilling at her place. I don’t know why JB and I were there actually. But we were sitting around talking and walking tv when a call came for her. She ran upstairs to her bedroom without a word. We figured it was probably her boyfriend…so we left it. She came down after a while, her eyes red and swollen. She repeatedly brushed off our concerns and said she was alright….just tired. But something was different about the way she said…like she was resigned and lost. We left it though…and I went on home.

She called me the next day. Said she just wanted to talk. I was a little worried, because we were never that close as kids. Ok, so maybe I irritated her sometimes…or I was too loud and she was the prim and proper girl. So I admit, the more she said she hated bananas, the more I wanted to eat the fruit and shove my hand in her face. Come on… I was only 7 and she was 9…we were kidlets. I didn’t understand why she hated bananas… I still don’t till today actually.

But that night when called me…she sounded so sad. She didn’t really tell me what was going on…she just wanted to talk about other things. And so we spoke for a bit…. Besides JB and LMM, she’s the other pretty cousin that I have. The one who is just so damn smart…who could score A’s…who could go out and come home late… Well, she had almost everything going for her. Sometimes, I secretly wanted to be her.

A week later she called again…this time she was sobbing. She said she was on her way over to my place….and that a boy she had loved had broken her heart. And so began our cousinship if there is such a thing….we became close. She’ll call me to so we can plan strategies…and I’ll call her when I didn’t understand Economics. I liked how she saw certain things….most of the time we saw eye to eye on stuff…and when we didn’t, we respected each other opinions. We would laugh at the most silliest things…and when she starts laughing, I start and we don’t stop till one of us needs to pee real badly.

We spoke almost everyday….it almost became normal to call her during my lunch break and ask her questions about school. And she would call me to see if the strategies I had planned are still in place. I think she was one of the first few who met all of my friends. And I knew all that she kept in her head and heart. We both kinda shared the same rulebook for certain things. And it us grow a lot closer.

Of course, we had our differences….and big time fights. I’m hot tempered and she’s rash. We almost went about 2 months not talking to each other. Pride can be such a bitch. But usually…we find our way back to each other. Either she steps forward..or I do. And almost instantly, we forget the whole thing and we’re back laughing at each other.

My darling cousin Gail (IP)

I still remember how you set your own Shoe Shop at Atah’s house, the staircase and laid all the shoes on the stairs. And you made me pretend I was customer interested in buying heels. I liked meeting you in school and you ruffling my hair while I introduced you to my friends as my older cousin. How we would watch Pretty Woman over and over again and we would discuss the movie at length. Or your 21st surprise birthday…and my first time at Zouk with you. Remember the funnies at Chinese Garden during the Lantern Festival? That was hilarious. And when Atah passed away….and we were at the florist buying the wreaths..and you crumbled and started sobbing so bad. How when Tata passed away….and the woman mixed up the flowers and cheated our money….and I went sooo loco while shouting at lady, you stopped the car and gave me a hug and I broke down….and 10 mins later…we started laughing cause we looked like our husbands had ran away from home. How you would actually fight with me for the last TWO pieces of the chicken….when you know I’m actually gonna give it you. I just like see you getting all angsty over chicken.

So my little behti, even though you drive me nuts sometimes and I know I irritate the shit outta of you, I just wanted you to know that I love you too. Very much.