tres shots a la caffeine on the rocks, por favor

Last saturday started out like every other saturdays, with the exception of the much anticipated annual office party. I'd planned on getting at least 8 hours of sleep {which almost neva happens} before prepping for the party, after which i'd have to report for work...pesin come land of milk and honey, na soso to dey work, chei!
As usual, i wait until the last minute before laying down to sleep, at which point i am just counting down the hours instead of actually sleeping. Come time to get up and ready for the party, and I am as tired as ech hee double hockey sticks. I get up anyways, and jump in the shower. Then comes the deliberation of what to wear. I tell ya, for office parties, suits or anything professional is ovarated. Since I wasn't going to wear jeans, I slipped on my baby-lace kaba that momc made for me.
I got to the party a lil later than I was supposed to, u know, I had to make sure all heads would turn when I show up in my native attire, and I was not disappointed. it was the talk of the nite... well, u know, when we weren't talking about other things. The party was nice, we ate, and drank and danced. Come see oyinbo ppl dey move body for dance floor. The sight is to die for. {hmm, I think that was a rhyme}. U should'a seen me gyrating, and partaking in the country line dance. U woulda thot I'd been doin it my 'ol life.
Trust my dbn (dudu by nature) ppl to request the cha cha slide after the oyinbo ppl requested their country dance. Personally, I was fine with wuteva. I only have to hear some beats, and i can't stop my legs from moving and the rest of my body from gyrating.
Anyways, after much merrymaking, it was time to press on to work. That was when the lack of sleep started to catch up with me o. And there was no excuse. I could not call off of work as my oga had seen me gyrating earlier on. So, I went to work anyways, but i was so tired and drowsy, I had to make a pot of coffee within the first hour. Every so often, I would feel myself drift, and would need anoda cup of coffee just to make it thru the hour. I suppose that's what I get for not sleeping and using up my energy reserve dancing.
By the time I got off work sunday morning, I was totally pooped, and as soon as I made it home, I just crashed. The whole of sunday was a blur, and the only important thing I did, other than speaking with AZ, MT and cuz Bk, was catch up on zzzs.
Speaking of zzzs, i needsta get goin if i'm gointa make itta work in one piece today.

wora hell is this?

Anoda day of work. I find myself cursing under my breath. This is just 2 dam much. I want to go home. Yea, I said it! I want to go back to naija. OK, anywhere I don't have the responsibility of driving in blizzard conditions to get to work will do it for me right now.
It wasn't going to happen though. I needed to be at work and I knew it. Where is absolute vodka when u need it... Sometimes, I wonder why I chose the medical profession. Ok, well, it's becos nothing else does it for me. Hmm, I start work at 10pm, 15minutes from now, and my legs are just rooted to a spot in my closet. My broda is not home, so I have to scrape the snow from my car. I find mysef appreciating him for the little things he does (most of which I take for granted).
Realizing it's too late to call in, I called anyways and told them i'd be late. There is this nonsense going on at work now about random drug testing on employees. I s'pose a couple of pple got caught with their pants down. I get downstairs, and out the door, and thought, DAMN, I NEED A GARAGE...
I am scraping snow off my car and freezing, and thinking about the BELVEDERE VODKA in my frrezer. I hate orange juice with a passion, but i find myself thinking I wouldn't mind the combo right this minute. But with my luck, tonite will probably be the nite i'm randomly picked to be tested. Still freezing, wishing my broda wasn't outta town, I make a mental note to pick him up something nice next time I go to the mall.
ffwrd an hour and I am finally at work...
Imagine my surprise when i realize I was the only one who made it in?

ASK, N U SHALL RISIV

my ppl in blogland, i am back!!!
I hope u all missed me as much as I did u? I also bet u r wondering as to the hidden meaning behind the title blog today. Well, it's just madam Teva verbalized and I thot in keeping with the believe (if u believe me), I better update like she asked.
Like I said before, I am back. I find it relatively hard for the most part to write that, becos it siginifies the return to life of work, and responsibilities for the most part... Man I wish I could eternally be on vacation. Oh, well.. I guess I better yank my head outta dem clouds before i go 2 far.
London was so much fun. I had the best time just catching up with my peeps ova dia. it's been 2 long since the last time i was there.
Before I begin recounting my experiences, why do some people choose the most public places to pass gas? I am not trying to gross anyone out, and neither am I trying to be grossed out walking down the street, so if u r one of those people who pass gas any and everywhere, please reconsider.
I bet by now you are wondering what brought that about. Well, I boarded the AA with my travel mate and sista (AZ) on the way to London Heathrow jeje, and as soon as I got to my seat, the first thing we were welcomed with was the smell of somebody's rotten insides. I won't even go into details, but suffice it to say that the smell of ammonia would have been preferable to what I got.
We settled in and seeing as how i hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in about 30hrs, and had to drive 3hrs right after work to meet up with AZ before heading to the airport, I was rightly tired and zonked out before take-off.
I woke up with a start about an hr into the flight and started to watch the in-flight movie being shown, but I was still so tired i kept sleeping off and on. I felt sorry for AZ at some point because even i knew I probably was not the best travel mate at that point in time, but abeg, na condition make my crayfish bend... so no fault me.
ffwrd 4hrs and I was as good as new. I finally sat up and asked AZ if she was up for a game of PHASE 10 (it's a card game in case u r wondering). We started playing and were having so much fun that even the oyinbo dude who sat beside me was mesmerized...



Anyway, we landed in London in the am ( I love flying ovanite) and were picked up by my sista, miss thang (MT) and her family. Trust and we immediately launched into gists of what's hapened since we were all together.
As soon as we made it to MT's house, it was just on, we were multitasking ( u know trying our hands at unpacking, still sharing stories and prepping to go out all at the same time). By the time we got done, we were tired and opted not to go out, so intead we settled in and listened to songs by D'Banj. I have to admit the guy is pretty gud seeing as that's the first I've heard of him.
Next morning, I got up, showered and had a light breakfast, and walked with MT as she took my 7yr old nephew to school. Then I hooked up with AZ and a couple of her friends on Oxford street (one of whom happened to have some kinda discount at M&S's). I got into the store and just started throwing things in my cart, it was all well worth it tho. After we'd shopped and dropped, we went to their baked goods and i stocked up on the jam doughnuts, u know, like used to eat in naija, while MT went gaga for apple turnover...can't say I blame her tho...she loved it before she made her big move to the states.
After we got done, we walked back to the tube station and made the journey back to MT's...
Enter the house and I had the best time just hanging with my one yr old nephew. He is so cute and just loves to box, and dance. It's amazing how good a time you can have staying at home annd just hanging with kids.. (ok, if you repeat this, I am going to vehemently deny I said that).
Come saturday morning, and my oldest broda, who i fondly refer to as Eti Yaya(EY) pops in with his 2 sons. it was a full house as them kids were all running around, playing games and everything was just bustling. Again, most of the day was spent in the house just chilling and catching up with EY, his wifey(ZO), and the kids. I snuck outta the house for a lil bit with MT tho to gi to Sainsbury's so I can get the ijekuje my pple back in the states wanted...imagine, i travel cross country and the only thing pple from back home want is sweets.
Sunday, I realized I've been in London for about 4days, and I have yet to call anyone. With 2 many ppl to see and not enuff time to do it, i decided on calling a friend(DV...I was going to say VD, but it sounded wrong) of mine from naija who I had not seen in about 9yrs. I picked up the phone and dialed DV's number. His is a story I would love to share, but anoda time. ANyhow, omo did not pick up o, so I left him a voicemail saying I was in town, and that was the end of that.
The rest of sunday, I spent with MT shopping all ova the place, and ended up in Peckham. As usual, there were plenti naija ppl whose presence were made know by the noise factor in the name of convo. Na like so efribodi dey yarn dey broadcast dia bnez for the place, and all the time, I just kept thinking, My pple, una fit tone am down a couple of notches.
Monday night was spent in Tilbury town with my third sista (KF) and her pple. Again, I had the pleasure of hanging out with my 8yr old neice, and 5yr old nephew.
All them kids are just absolutely darling that for a lil bit, they got me thinking about dropping a couple meself... except for one minute detail, I still gotta find Mr. Right and Mr. Right now is ovarated and just won't do. Ok, I am definitely getting ahead of myself here. I still have at least a couple of more yeas of being totally ( and rightly so) self absorbed before I start thinking about children. ANyway, my last night in LOndon, and I realized I have not bought my parents anything, so off i went with MT to the M%S on Oxford street to shop. I also needed to pick up souvenirs like refrigerator magnets, and shot glasses(keepsakes for friends in the states). SO we shopped at M&S, and came time to buy the magnets, we couldn't make up our minds as to what store to buy them from so we found ourselves going up and down the length of Oxford street while laughing at each other for our inablility (it seems) to make a decision. We finally found a store that had what we were looking for and decided we were tired, we chose to take the bus back to the tube station rather than walk. When we got off the bus, and started to walk the few feet to the tube station, I felt someone brush against me, and thot the quy looked so much like DV. To cut a long story short, I called the fact to Mt's attention and she said to call out his name. We both did just as he was stepping on the bus.
He looked at us in disbelief and quickly grabbed the opeke he had on his arm ( she got on the bus b4 he did) and stepped off the bus. O'boy seemed surprised to see us that it seemed the only thing he was capable of doing was just hugging pesin. After the initial hello, MT tanda for back, DV then introduced opeke o. Me self come say hi, then tell opeke say sorry she missed her bus. B4 the woman fit reply, DV just open mouth talk say he no be biggie and dem go catch another bus( Mind you all these convo is taking place between hugs o. I almost felt suffocated, in a good way if there's such a thing). All the while, opeke just dey look on with basilisk eyes, like she was eady to take someone on.
Three buses later and I am looking to DV as if to say omo, u need to get on the next bus, and he insists its no wahala, and he was happi where he was. B4 I fit say anything else, opeke open mouf talk say, "Well, we do have to be somewhere!" I look MT, look the mama (opeke) come look DV, na so I begin dey laff on the inside say na for doghouse the boy go sleep 2nite and he no even sabi. B4 I fit talk something else, anoda bus pulled ova, DV wan collect my number, but before he fit open phone, na so opeke drag am enter bus, but not b4 he asked that I call him. As soon as the bus comot, na so MT begin laff. I come pull out phone make I take call ams, na so my sista talk say if I call am today, given the state opeke was in when she dragged him on the bus, the dog house would be a palace compared to where he'd be spending the nite.
ANyways, we got on the train, and when we got home, i started to pack my stuff and did not call DV like he wanted.
FFwrd some hours, and I am back in the states. KF called and while on the phone with her, I recounted my exprience seeing DV with the Opeke, and she said she wondered why he kept calling her while she was at work since he rarely eva does. Unfortunately she missed all his calls.
I made the 3hr drive back to my town the next day and wth a pang, I realized that my vacation was ova, and I had to get ready for work in the morning. Then I could not help but think about things like bills, and work hours... all things that did not cross my mind for the tiniest fraction of a second while I was on vacation.
I've been back at work for a couple of days now and there were some changes put into effect while I was gone, but we'll talk about that later.
I'm going to bed...