Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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Thanksgiving came and the sounds of families in the lobby became the soundtrack of my morning. Ironically enough, Christmas instrumentals of Jingle Bells and the likewise became elevator music versus the typical ones we had heard the day before. Samir was super excited for Thanksgiving and made sure that the two of us didn't eat breakfast so we would be nice and hungry by the time the evening rolled around. For a November day, the weather outside was delightful. There was a subtle breeze, but not enough to make going outside uncomfortable. The sun was out and the beautiful Autumn trees were on full display. Samir and I weren't in charge of cooking any meals, much to our pleasure, so we had all day to lounge around and get ready until it was time to meet up at my parents' house.
Samir believed we were meeting up with my friend Courtney, which wasn't necessarily a lie. I did text Courtney, a friend from high school and insisted that we hung out. She was having a Friendsgiving dinner and I had yet to tell her if I was coming or not which made keeping Samir underway a lot easier. We were going out to get some Tropical Smoothie at noon and by the time Samir and I woke up, it was nine o'clock. So the beginning of our day consisted of us getting in the shower, and rushing to get ready so we could meet Courtney on time.
"I'm so excited to eat, man." I groaned out in the midst of applying my mascara. It was Samir's turn to occupy the bathroom and the manly scent of what he claimed was Gucci cologne filled the tight space between the bathroom and the bedrooms. Not even going to lie, I was not sure how I would have lived living with a boy growing up. I was a girly girl, and I liked everything to be in a specific order which was probably why I was always giving the task of cleaning up around the house. Samir, in the short two days that we've been here, has proven to be one of the messiest people ever. He didn't like to fold like anything, so the shirts he wore were tossed on one of the arm chairs next to his half open suitcase. Samir also had more hair products than I've ever owned: dread oil, sulfate free shampoo, even castor oil. They were beginning to line up in the bathroom and I was meaning to take one away just to see if he even noticed one was gone.
Maybe he was just a hoarder.
"Look, I've been trying to start this little diet and hit the gym--my homeboy Marques thinks I should get into boxing--but all of that is on pause for today. You sure your friends know how to cook?" Samir questioned.
I nodded.
"Of course they do, I like to eat so I only eat with the best." I teased. I wasn't necessarily lying. I could consider some of my cousins 'friends' per say, just not the friends that he was thinking of. Before he asked me any more questions about these friends that he really wasn't going to meet, I rushed him out of the bathroom so we could meet a patiently waiting Courtney.
Tropical Smoothie, in my opinion, was a better version of the Smoothie King we had on Howard's campus. The flavors, the menu options...everything just seemed a lot more well put together and I truly missed coming here after football games on Friday nights. It was nostalgic seeing Courtney sitting down at one of the tables, her blonde hair piled into her signature high bun. I thought that maybe now that we were out of high school, Courtney would finally let her hair down, but I guess she was still relying on her buns to 'chisel out her face.'
