part 2 of beans beans good for ya heart?

...So ya boy gets on the elevator which smelled unlike a gated community’s elevator to the third floor. Relocatedbostonboo was standing there like ‘yo I was downstairs waiting but u took forever.’
‘My bad,’ I replied ‘I walked through your hood as opposed to driving through.’ I remember thinking I hope she don’t think we about to just sit up in the crib all night.(our relationship is not at that level and I was not trying to travel 5 hours on the bus to sit in the crib when it is dumb nice outside).
So me, being the proactive dude I am, took a look around and said, ‘Did you eat?’ She was like ummm nahhh’. So I said ‘yo we going to sumthin to eat before sundown cuz I know boston is a place that shut down everything around sundown….so what u want’ she pumpfakes on her meal selection and I asked her to toss me a phonebook and I yelled out mad shit and she wanted to holla at a Chilli’s or a bootleg equivalent. No dice. So we decide to get on the Tookie (story to be discussed later (Loe H know what it is)). We walk to the train during which I get a call from my momma stating someone got shot outside the church( no not in the bx, but harlem. -Dipsetpurplecitybirdgang-) no death though. So after relaying my convo wit my momma to Relocatedbostonboo (she found it funny that someone got shot in de ass outside of a church on a Sunday; FYI I did too)
I realize Im running in the racing of the bulls and tells her ass to slow the fuk down why are we walking so damn fast, she cracks up like ‘im sorry I always walk like this’. I told her im not carl lewis and it is a Sunday afternoon so there is no need to be running like the klan is on us.
So we talking and walkin, chattin and stepping and get to the Tookie. She points out the dead bird hanging from the damn ceiling and I laugh and go closer. Good times. So we gets to some stop 3,4 stops away and she suggest that we grub there cuz everywhere else might be closed already. I said ‘ok im following u.’ we goes to a MCdonalds and make bigoted statements placing pseudo bets on which cashier can speak English the best (English was looking like the 2nd language at best for most of the workers). We both lost cuz the dude we picked to ‘serve us’ cannot understand her southern/proper jargon and I gotta play translator and we both got the giggles cuz of the dumb shit we were talking moments before pimpN asked us what we wanted and it also did not help that we were asking about everything short of the ingredients in the special sauce and if they had insurance. So we laugh and get our food hoping to Gawd that dere is no spit in our shit.
So we grab a- oh shit I forgot to tell u that Relocatedbostonboo said. So I tells her jus get what she wants, I got her, she goes ‘uh oh dinner and a movie in the same weekend? Im definitely gonna have to give u some tonight’ I turned and gave her the happy version of the Arnold Drummond shit ‘what u talking about’? She jus giggled mad hard and shook her head. I had to laugh at that one.
So we sits down and we eatin and I get into a comedic rhythm and she crackin up as we laugh at a old ass Asian girl who was sounding like an infant makin mad noises, laughing at mad gay dudes who seem to be spilling out from everywhere, and pigeons walking around in the building. Good times. We leave to go walk around. We walks around all over the damn place. We finally walk past her job building and to the park. We gonna call it Park Street Park cuz we both been there before but never knew the name of the place. Some Shakespeare in the park shit is poppin off and we debate watching it until we both realize that that shit is dumb. And we walked over to Park Street Park Frog Pond. We cop a seat and chills the fuk out. The pond is mad desolate & isolated so im like hmmm moonlight, no rats and not many bums..I might need to get it poppin if Ima have a chance at all this weekend this is it. So.....
Tune in next time for part 3……