I spent the weekend working and running around London like a chicken with its head cut off. This seems to be a regular in my life and it is more than apparent that I need to work on balance. The highlight of this weekend was attending my cousin Femi's birthday party.
Femi's birthday dinner was supposed to be a surprise planned by his girlfriend Haley but guess who ruined it? Yours truly. About two weeks ago, I received a text from Haley inviting me to Femi's surprise dinner, she had mentioned it a few days earlier when we were having dinner at my aunt Eudie's house so I was not at all surprised to receive the text message. The problem is that I do not know how to work my UK cell phone. In addition, I am horrible about checking text messages and voicemail messages at home and on the cell. I c
heck them maybe once or twice a week-- hey, I am busy woman. When I received the text message it had been two days after she had originally sent it. A week later I emailed my cousin Femi and apologized profusely for missing his "surprise birthday dinner that Haley had planned." He responded to my email with utter confusion because his birthday was still a week and a half away. I was mortified but we decided that we would not share this with his girlfriend.
Fast forward to this weekend- it was clear that his dinner was not a surprise but Haley seemed to be okay with this. I wanted to confess to Haley but decided to keep my mouth shut and unless asked, I was not going to admit to being the one who ruined the surprise. Anyway, we had a lovely time. Approximately 18 of Femi's friends and co-workers met at a Thai restaurant named Busabi. I had eaten at this restaurant when Astrid and Nira were in town and was appalled that we had to stand on line for 20 minutes to get in. Thankfully, this weekend Haley rented a private room for Femi's birthday dinner and I was able to whisk right in. The food was phenomenal and his friends are wonderful people. After dinner a small group of us went dancing at a lounge/bar nearby. The wonderful thing about having male cousins is that you can use them as stand-in boyfriends when random men try to talk to you and dance with you. I do not remember the name of this lounge but the music was great. I continue to be amazed at how much of an influence American music has internationally---especially hip hop music. We danced to Beyonce, Faith Evans, Biggie Smalls, Tupac and Chubb Rock (remember him?). All in all, I had a great time. I love hanging out with my cousins-- they are the brothers that I have always wanted. It feels like they have always been a part of my life. I count this as a tremendous blessing. Their girlfriends Haley and Effie are wonderful women and alot of fun as well. In sum, I had a great weekend. Whenever I am with good people, good food and good music, I am sure to have a blast. See . . . it does not take much to make me happy.
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