K’Chie sits on a double stool watching the folks on the dance floor. Ras joins her on the seat.
Ras: Hey, I’m Ras. (extends hand)
K’Chie: (nods head) K’Chie (shakes hand)
Ras: Hi K’Chie, how are you?
K’Chie: So where are you from?
K’Chie: Ah, why are you in town?
Ras: I’m here for a conference. (something something Architecture)
K’Chie: Oh, so are you an architect?
Ras: Not yet, I’m studying to be one…down in Maryland.
K’Chie: I see.
Ras: So what about you? What do you want to be?
K’Chie: (thinking, what do I want to be?!) I am. I am a doctor.
Ras: for real?
K’Chie: (nods heads)
*very long silence as they watch a white man boogie down like no other*
Ras: So…how old are you again?!
K’Chie: (chuckles) How old did you think I was?
K’Chie: I’m thirty-one.
Ras: That’s cool though, that means you take care of yourself.
K’Chie: (amused, nods head)
Ras: So what about me? How old do you think I am?
K’Chie: I don’t know. Maybe twenty six?
Ras: Damn! Really? I just turned twenty-four…
Therefore, this is going to remain the blog of a twenty-something year old woman for quite some time!