Saturday, September 29, 2012

Going Out With A Bang

A year ago this weekend was my bachelor party. Well, in my case, bachelor parties. Thanks to my best man, "Sigma" and a personal request of mine, we made an entire weekend out of it. I didn't make any requests (besides the guest list) and didn't ask any questions, so I truly didn't know what to expect, although, looking back, I probably would have traded it all in for one thing in particular.

It was a rainy Friday night when I was picked up. All Sigma would say is "Are you ready". My response was "as ready as I'll ever be". Keeping with my request, our first stop was Brooklyn where we picked up our friends "Storm" and "Leggz". They are friends of ours from high school and we consider them to be "one of the boys" so I couldn't NOT include them in our festivities. From there, the original plan was to go to Atlantic City, but nobody wanted to drive in the rain. Our plan B was to club hop in the city. After 3 clubs, we were drained. We went to a dinner to grab something to eat before dropping "Leggz" off at work at 6am. I was dropped off around 7 Saturday morning and was told that part 2 would begin around 8 Saturday night.

Saturday night was strictly for the guys. Dinner at Grand Lux Cafe, followed by my first venture to a strip club. I was a little nervous going in, considering my opinions on strip clubs, but the drinks definitely loosened up. Everything was going well until one of my boys got a little greedy and got kicked out of the spot. That's when we all decided to leave, get something to eat and go home. Weekends like that should be had at least once a year.

Friday, September 28, 2012

The Truth Shall Set You Free: The Return of Full Disclosure Friday

This was my facebook status on Tuesday morning:

The truth can do 2 things; it can bring you closer to someone or it can create distance between you and someone. Sadly, we tend to be too scared of either result to be as honest as we should be. In the last week several truths have been revealed to me that have brought me closer to one person and further away from another. Although I am still processing what was told to me I am thankful that it was. I appreciate the truth and anyone man or woman enough to give it to me.

As I reread that to myself throughout the course of Tuesday, I realized that I bite my tongue way too much. Is it marriage, is it growing up? If anything, I say older people have earned the right to say what they want to who they want. I even strive myself on only having openly honest and non-judgmental friendships, but have to question whether I am doing that myself. I even find myself filtering myself on the blog from time to time and doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of having a blog?

After this post, that will change. I'm giving it to you straight. Organizing my thoughts and putting them out there for all to read. I need to get my mojo back. I'll post about current events, pop culture and will even take questions from the audience (all 5 of you). If you have something you'd like my opinion on, or a question you'd like me to answer here, you know how to get in touch with me. There's an old quote that says "when you find yourself, you will be free". Well, I wanna be free. I will be free. Stay tuned!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

TMI Tuesday: Take It Off

1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?

Nope. That has never been requested of me and I haven't volunteered to do it for anyone.

2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?

My first strip club experience came during my bachelor party. It was pretty much what I expected, except the look but don't touch rule was a little more relaxed than I thought it would be.

3. Have you ever been to an “amateur night” at a strip club?

Nope. The only "amateur" strippers I've seen have been women I have been dating/sleeping with (and that one girl in a truth or dare game). Again, not a fan of that look, but don't touch rule. If you strip for me, best believe I'm going to want to touch and then some.

4. Do you think strip clubs are exploitative or are they misunderstood as simple adult entertainment venues? I'm somewhere in the middle on this one.

5. Would you ever consider stripping to pay for college or other expenses?

I'd need a gym membership and a personal trainer first.

6. Have you ever given your partner a private dance?


7. Would you ever perform a lap dance for a complete stranger?


8. Showgirls, Strip Tease, Magic Mike … What is the sexy Hollywood stripper scene you have ever YouTubed?

I can't think of one that stands out.

Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality? Yep.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Musical Monday: The Organized Noise Music Festival

So I am scrolling through my newsfeed Friday night and came accross the following post by my friend and former blogger, Boston Zeta:

If you could coordinate your own 3-day music festival, who would you have perform? Caveat: They have to be alive.

That post was right up my alley. I gave a quick answer, but also told her that I'd put some serious thought over the weekend and post it here. After a little thought, this is how things would go down:

Friday Night

Special Unadvertised Event: H.I.T.S.Q.U.A.D. (EMPD, Das EFX, K-Solo, Redman, Keith Murry)Reunion
DJ Set: Spinderella
Opening Act: LL Cool J
DJ Set: Marly Marl Co-Headliner: A Tribe Called Quest (with the Brand New Heavies serving as their live band)
DJ Set: Kid Capri
Headliner: Jay-Z with the Roots serving as his live band

Saturday Night

Opening Act: Raheem DeVaughn
2nd Opening Act: Leela James
Co-Headliner: R. Kelly & Friends
3rd Opening Act: Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings
4th Opening Act: Mint Condition
Headliner: Prince

Sunday Night

Opening Act: Maroon 5 2nd Opening Act: Anita Baker
3nd Opening Act: Jill Scott
4th Opening Act: John Legend
Marvin Gaye Tribute: Robin Thicke
Headliner: Earth, Wind & Fire

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Call Me Christian Grey

My name is Organized Noise and I MARRIED A PRUDE. I laugh as I typed that first sentence because the other night, I became a professor. Like most women, my wife is reading "50 Shades of Grey". She's up to book two, which is apparently the one with the contract or something like that. Only reason I know is because she called me over and asked me what certain terms in the book were (no need to repeat them here). At first, I thought she was just messing around trying to get me to read the book with her, but quickly I realized that she genuinely did not know what most of those terms were. I quickly explained to her what some of them were and for the others, I started pulling up videos and pictures to give her an example. The look on her face was priceless. She then proceeded to call me and her three friends that she's reading the book with freaks. It is what it is. Like Eminem said, "I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would you say I am?"

Monday, September 10, 2012

Take Care Of Home

I am currently suffering from information overload. The Mrs. dropped a bomb on me over the weekend (no, there are no children on the way); one that I totally wasn't prepared for. Worse yet, I can't do anything about it because the information was told to me in confidence and I don't want to violate someone else's trust in my wife.

Since the wedding, my wife and Sigma's wife have started to form a bond. So much so that my wife had to apologize to Sigma's wife for her initial opinion of her. Sigma's wife has also started to form a bond with another one of the Mrs friends. So much so, that she was invited to join them and a few of their friends for their monthly girls night out (which was actually girls night in this month as they discussed "50 Shades of Grey" over a few bottles of Moscato). Once the drinks started flowing, comfort levels started to increase and lips started to become loose. And apparently what my wife disclosed to me was just the tip of the iceberg.

Sigma and his wife have been married for 5 years. Their anniversary is 3 days after mine. Both of them were members of the Divine Nine when they met, but since then, Sigma has become a Mason, a Shriner and taken on a part time job with a DJ company that doesn't weddings and other special events. On top of that, we are both active in both the Youth, Men's and Marriage ministries at our church. Add his job (project manager for a construction company) and you can only imagine how little free time he has for rest, relaxation and his wife and daughter. On top of that, they brought a house with his mother and grandmother and split the mortgage 4 ways, with his mother acting as if she is still the lady of the house.

Sigma's wife has been dealing with all of this for a long time and saturday night she finally exploded. She told the girls that she was looking for apartments and if things didn't change by the end of the year she'd move out. She is tired of the living situation (I can understand that completely), tired of Sigma always being out of the house with his various organizational committments and tired of fighting with his mother (literally and figuratively). She loves him to death, but has to put herself first and finally admitted that she wasn't happy and she's not going to take it anymore.

As you can imagine, this was not the last thing I wanted to hear before going to sleep. Even worse, I can't tell anyone (besides you good people here on the blog) because she told the girls in confidence. I feel bad for my boy, but he put himself in this position. He has a good woman (I know because I almost tried to step to her when we met, until someone told me who she was), and he's a good guy. Whatever comes of this, I hope they both end up happy. I feel bad for their daughter though. She thinks the world of them and would be devestated if mommy and daddy didn't live together anymore.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Soda Free Summer - Recap

After 2 months, 3 days and approximately 20 hours, I sat down for lunch yesterday and had a Mountain Dew with my turkey sandwich. Significant because it marked the end of Soda Free Summer (3 days later than it could have ended). The experience definitely taught me a few things and I already know (evidenced by the three extra days) that my relationship with soda will change from here on out. I might get to the point where I cut it out all together, but not yet. Knowing that this challenge was easier for me than I thought it was going to be does let me know that its possible.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

TMI Tuesday: September 4, 2012

1. We are all incurable sex addicts, but name one thing—a job, a passion, a creative outlet, a collection—of yours you use as a replacement, a distraction from constantly thinking about sex 24/7.

Just about anything competitive takes my mind off of sex. Anything from watching sports to playing Words With Friends. If I am being challenged, I'm not thinking about sex, unless there is a wager involved that is of a non-monetary type.

2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?

I wouldn't use the word "love" in this case, but I do have a friend that I think the world of so much so that if given the opportunity to have a casual sexual encounter with her were presented, I would turn it down unless it came with the opportunity to date her as well. She is the only woman I have ever encountered in which I could say that about.

3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail. Ok, this question is weird so I'm not even going to think about FULL details. Knowing what I like, it would have to be wild and intense.

4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound. What kind of question is this? I don't think about it too much. Besides my desire to give someone a facial, I don't think about it at all. Guess I'm not a fan.

5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?

Ok, that's like telling a kid that Santa Clause is watching them. Can't say that I've ever really thought about Him watching me while I have sex. More weirded out than creepy.

Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week. Sadly, last week was a slow week. Can't recall anything sexy happening.