Meet the Hollands

Recently, I met P's wife and sons.
I am not sure if I have updated you properly on P's life in some time, but here is the long and short of it: P now has a wife and sons. It is so crazy seeing this guy that I went to college with, a guy that used to smoke pot and try to be a player, now as a devoted Muslim with a family. I mean, it's really wild.
Since the day that he got married, I have pretty much been insistent on meeting his wife. And since the day he got married, he has been coming up with excuses as to why it would never happen. But it happened randomly and I was excited about the meet and greet...until I remembered The Miami Disaster.
I think most of you all recall the nightmare that was me meeting Brownie and his fiance now ex-wife in Miami. An evening of light conversation and drinks at the hotel bar ended in me being accused of having sex with him and him getting ditched on the curb while she stormed off in a tantrum. And then there is Quinny's wife. She has never told me to my face that she doesn't like me. I just got the feeling that she didn't when my invitation to her and Quinny's wedding got lost in the mail. As a typical rule of thumb, the lady friends of my male homies hate me.
This continued to run across my mind as I met P's wife. She is really pretty and nice and sweet. But the issue has never been me liking the girl. I felt like I was in a job interview. I really didn't want to mess up. Because if experience has taught me anything, it's that these dudes ain't loyal. I just knew if I said one off thing, I could kiss my friendship to P goodbye.
But everything went well. I really enjoyed meeting her. It went so well, in fact, that I wondered if I should try to get a redo with some other shakey situations I am in with the wives of my male bffs. I know, I know. Baby steps.

Fun Times With Tasia

Have you ever had one of those days where it seemed like no one wanted anything to do with you? That was me a couple of Fridays ago. I was just sitting up in my room like Brandy and no one wanted to talk to me! I had to have called almost everyone I knew. I was really sad about it until I got a text from Tasia saying she would hang out with me the next day. 

She scooped me up from my apartment in her infamous Volkswagen Beetle, Bumblebee, and she took me out for lunch and drinks. We chatted about her new job, dating, and just how we deal from day to day with the things that annoy us. 

It was an awesome day, and I'm so happy she was there to rescue me from my life for a few hours. You need that from time to time, you know? Who is the Tasia in your life? Tag me in your bestie selfie on Instagram @hollsthegreat.