The Zulu Experience

...is quite over-rated...Got all cute and dolled up, the dress fit perfectly, I thank God that my father's genes actually came in handy, if there was one thing I'm thankful for, it's that my ASSets are NOT from my mother's side of the family, they suffer from nass-at-all. So anyways...we were setup right next to the stage, well, all the tables that were made available to us, except for my mother's, who unfortunately was wayyyyyyy in the back. It's all about who you know, and what they can do for you. The Hotel room was nice, it was only a block away from the convention center so we didn't sit in traffic or have to pay to park, very convenient, and if I ever decide to go back to the Zulu Ball (which I doubt), I'll most likely stay in that hotel again. We got there pretty late, I would say around 10ish or so, they weren't even finished announcing the maids (there were 37), and it was pretty boring. A lot of the girls who made their Debut with Zulu went to St.Mary's with me, and it's like wow, I've been out of school for two years, and it seems like much longer than that; they've really grown up, I remember when they were lowly eigth graders still carrying around a lot of their baby fat, now they're like women. But anyways, Jerrod and I didn't stay that long, we left before the performers came out, and went back to our hotel room. What happened in there is too personal to talk about, even for this post, so I'll leave that alone (not everyone can be open about their sex life like GIAN).