So… yesterday on my Straight to the Soul music Tumblr, I posted Ann Nesby’s I’m Still Wearing Your Name. For some reason, the song just popped into my head, and that’s exactly why I created that blog, to share the spur of the moment soundtrack of my life.
Well anyway, today was my cousin’s prom and I went to see him off. There I met my stepmother’s best friend, K. Now, you know “best friend” for black people translates into “we’re related.” At the end of the night, we found out my stepmother left her keys in my cousin’s car, which was now parked in some garage downtown as he partied it up. So now we had to run to my parental unit’s house and get her spare keys.
After we got the key, we stopped at a barbecue joint. (I’m going somewhere, just stick with me). Turns out, one of the proprietors of this spot, we’ll call her “L,” is my “new aunt’s” cousin. So during the introductions, faces began looking familiar and again with black people, we have to comb through all the events we’ve been to, people we know, churches, schools, etc that we might have in common in order to find the connection.
Fast forward and we’ve confirmed what we already knew: Chicago is too small. Turns out K actually knew me when I was a little girl. She was a nail technician in a beauty salon my daddy used to take me to every Saturday. The salon called Lady T, was owned by a woman named Theresa. Theresa is K’s and L’s cousin, which now makes her my “play” cousin. As a little girl I remember being in the shop and Theresa had a favorite song she used to play all the time. Yup, you guessed it, Anne Nesby’s I’m Still Wearing Your Name.
Talk about things coming full circle. Ok. Bye.