Let me try my hand at this...

Thank you guys for your comments on the last post. At least I know that I am not alone, and I am trying to make some small changes here and there. i.e The last 2 days of my work week, I actually made an effort to get into work like 30 mins earlier and I skipped the gym and used that opportunity to do some stuff that I had been putting off...etc etc. Thanks a bunshes, I am a work in progress but I dey try!

Moving on, I decided to try my hand at this. If your blogname didn't show up, no vex abeg. I pretty much went with names that would flow with the general concept.

This being...

I was fresh off Delta airlines flight #2587. It had been a looong flight from Hartsfield-Jackson Intl to Murtala Muhammed Intl and I was just happy to be home. As soon as I hopped off the plane, I headed to the ladies room to freshen up, I mean after all this was Lagos, you always had to look on your A-game 'cos you just never know who you would run into.
When I was done with the ladies, I headed towards baggage claim to retrieve my luggage and that was when I saw her. A couple of things made me notice her instantly...for one, she was what I would describe as a Mochahourglass...all 5'8 and some change of flyness! I mean, the babe SET and I was convinced that if I tried hard enough, I could sit a cup on that booty. She just had it like that. She was also talking really loudly on her cell phone with no regard for the people around her, from what I gleaned from her conversation she was upset that her cousin wasn't going to make it to the airport on time to pick her up.
Once i got over her hotness, I was instantly turned off by her loudness. Without even interacting with her, she immediately struck me as one of those Nigeriandramaqueens. Sooo not my type of chick...
She wrapped up her conversation, and turned to observe the people around her. As luck would have it, she spied me standing a few feet away from her and walked over towards my direction.
Lawdy lawd, I hope she's not trying to come and talk to me.
The Lord wasn't listening...it seemed.
Hey girl, these baggage claim folk sure are taking their time aren't they?
I was amazed by how upfront she was.
Yeah, I guess they are.
Hmm Hmm, what's your name?
Uchenna
Omo ibo ehn?
No kidding. It took a huge effort to not roll my eyes.
LOL, you're sarcastic! I love it. Anyway my name is Ladi.
Nice to meet you Ladi. I hoped she was done so I could get my bags and get the heck out of there.
Well, it seems like you're not in the mood to chat right now. (No shit, captain obvious)...here's my card sha. Call me if you're looking to get into anything while you're in town. I'm in the entertaynement/promotions business so I'm usually a go-to person for what's popping off around these parts.
Cool, thanks for looking out. I will call you if I'm looking for what to do one of these weekends. (As-if!)
I mean seriously, the plan was to dump her card in the trash as soon as I walked out of that airport, but I guess in the hustle and bustle of things I got caught up and simply forgot...

Fastforward 2 weeks later...
I had seen my peeps, I was kinda getting tired of being cooped up at home with the family and I was itching to get out there and shake my thang on someone's dance floor. I had texted and flashed everyone but peeps was dulling, and then I suddenly remembered ol' girl from the airport...Ladi or something. That craze chick, hmmm I sure say I wan hang with the babe? Then again I figured that she could just recommend a spot and that would be that. I dug around in my bag, fished out her card and decided to give her a call...
Hello Hey, Ladi...it's Uchenna from the airport.
Oh heyyy girl, I remember you alright. This one wey you call me today, which goat I go kill? Hahahaha, you got jokes girl...Look I'm kinda bored tonight and I was wondering what was popping off in this city.
Ahh my sister, you no get problem. Club L-VII is the place to be at tonight, DJ Ovin is going to be spinning and D'banj and some of his Mo Hits crew members are making a guest appearance...
Oooh, that sounds like fun. I think I'll check it out for sure.
Oh yeah you definitely gotta be there. But how do you plan to get there? I can send me driver to scoop you up if you don't want to bother with driving there and all that good stuff. I know how Lagos traffic can be for you JJC's...
Driver ke? Na so this babe go carry me do Otokoto...abeg o! Awww that's really nice of you, but i'm good. I'll probably drive or I'll ask my cousin to take me. Ok, no probs. I'll see you there!

As soon as I hopped off the phone, I called my cousin and asked if he could take me to the club and as luck would have it, he and his boys were in some random corner of Lagos and he couldn't drive back to my end.
Before I hung up, he said...'I wonder why you chicks are heading to L-VII, me and the boys are going to be at Baroque and you know they will want to meet you and your friends.
Whatever jare, I said, and hung up.

I then tried calling my brother but he didn't pick up.
Dammit, I thought! I wasn't trying to drive in this night...abeg I really was kinda sorta like a JJC when it came to these things o. But dang, a sister was itching to go out...

I sucked it up, and hit Ladi up again.
Heyyy, does that offer still stand?
Yep! Just give me your address and he'll be on his way shortly.

I rattled my address off to her, thanked her for her generosity and went to get ready...

1 hour later, my younger sister came to report to me that a black range rover was packed in my father's driveway. I figured it was Ladi's driver, and I got my stuff together and did one last check in the mirror. I must admit, I was looking pretty fly in my Danny Bagucci black bandage dress, my Ovay West strappy stilettos and my SollomonSydelle shoulder strap bag. Hotness! I stepped out of my father's house and was instantly oppressed by the black range. The car had black tints was sitting on 22's, chick even had the vanity plates that read Qmoney. No be small Qmoney, I could tell this Ladi chick was one of those babes wey dey RocNaija well well. Infact I even wondered whether the babe na Arizto babe... but hmmph, abeg wetin consain George Bush with Okada? I was just trying to have fun tonight and that was that! I jejely entered the car, balanced well well and enjoyed my 30 minute ride to her crib.
When we got to her crib, she was ready and waiting for us...I must say she too was killing it in black leather skinny pants and she claimed she got during her last trip to Paris, and a black sequinned Bob-Ij tank top. Babes was looking hot, and ready to mingle...

When we pulled up to the club, Ladi asked her driver to drop us right in front of it...apparently she had V-I-P passes so we didn't need to stand in line, or pay for that matter. I was already liking the chick, see gbo gbo big ghelz stuvvs. The club was liveeee, DJ Ovin was spinning Yung Berg's song 'Dabizniz' , and I could spot people getting down on the dance floor.
Ladi led me to the V-I-P section where D'banj, Wande Coal and 'em were chilling and I met some of her friends. One chick in particular stood out to me, she was a brownskinnaijachick who reminded me of one of those Afrocentricbabes with her long dreadlocks and kumbaya looking style of dressing. I especially loved her makeup and I when complimented her on her aqua eye shadow, she confessed that she was an eyeshadowjunkie and promised to show me some of the spots in Lagos where I could cop some.
I also met a cutie, he was tall, dark and not your typical pretty boy which was totally my cup of tea. Said his name was Olu and he was a web data collector by day, and a promoter by night.
So, what do web data collectors do? I asked..
Oh we basically get paid to make web rounds by surfing the web and collecting data from random websites.
Hmmm, sounds interesting...

We danced to a couple of songs, swapped numbers and promised to call each other...
I mean, I was having too much fun and I was loving the hell out of Ladi at the moment...

Speaking of Ladi, where she was she sef? I did a quick perusal of the club and spied her in one corner all wrapped up in some dude's arms. Hmm Hmmm, I ain't mad atchu girl, get yours...and I continued to catch my fun...

To be continued.

*How did I do for a first attempt?
** Mochahourglass and DJ Ovin aren't 'bloggers' per se, but anything to light a fire under their serial commenting/lurking asses to start blogging. :D