The first Margaritaville is a wrap. Save the date y’all 2024’s will be August 4.
It did not go as planned but things rarely do in my neck of the woods. I tend to lie and say I am not flexible yet I obviously am when I consider the # of time I have to pivot in any given month. I got this though.
The idea came kind of out of no where, the girls and I were just yapping it up and decided it was a good idea to have a pool day. My complex has 3. I have a bikini. I’ve not used either since my arrival. I know, but last summer was a shit show, this summer I’ve been busy. July 10 was independence day though and as I’ve caught my groove absent the need to prep for legal briefs I’ve exhaled.
Is there more legal shit ahead? Of course, but that day ain’t today so I am going to relax as much as my schedule allows until that moment.
It was going to be planned for the first weekend of August, but the girls are busy. I was supposed to be busy with one of them, the work wife and I were supposed to go to Disney, but my life did not allow it so I had to pull out. Disney isn’t going anywhere though and neither am I so while she’s still headed out with the others it just gives us an excuse to plan another. Between us Constant Reader, instead of Disney I plan for us to go here:
Not during Margaritaville Weekend though, and yes it will be a weekend.
Yesterday there was food, games, laughter, karaoke and sisterhood. I’ve already taken notes to tweak next year’s event and expand. I think next year will still be a 1 day, but by the 3rd Annual Margaritaville we will expand to Sunday as well. I can already see a live Da Smoke from Margaritaville. I can even see what it looks like in 5 years. It’s going to be epic.
Perhaps what I value the most from yesterday is that it was Black women gathered without the oppressive eyes of anyone else existing as only we can. I am positive that moving forward it will be reserved for only those who identify and present as a Black woman. I am positive that as we expand it will irk some folx and I am equally positive that I give zero fucks about that.
I blew off Iron Man, not literally though. I chose sisterhood over dick and yes it was his birthday but I am steadfast in what I’ve realized and I am creating. If I did not gestate you in the uterus I used to have for 36 weeks no male will ever be prioritized over whatever else is happing in my life. There might come a time again in the future when one of my partners is male, but choosing maleness and patriarchy over me? Never again.
At around 3 as I walked through the apartment and listened to the sounds of sleeping and happy women, I had a sense of the same. I was content. I’ve still got a ton of frozen margarita in the freezer but I can figure out how to make that disappear, I’ve been known to swallow a time or two.
Today I am a little tired, and a little anxious. My certification final is in 2 weeks. I have a 12 hour day ahead of me tomorrow. I promised the little one crabcakes for dinner tonight so my work is not yet over. I am grateful for the opportunity.