What FaceBook Has Done...

I’m leery of internet networking sites. So when I formed my facebook account years ago, I picked the name Isis Kah to protect my identity. I love ancient Egyptology and Isis, the mother of Horus, the goddess of motherhood and fertility – kah meaning spirit - I thought that was a grand name. Plus I only created an account because one of my girlfriends’s had an account and I wanted to see her pics.

I’m nosey like that sometimes…

When the True Urban Queen added me as a friend on facebook, I dropped my alias and changed my name to my full government name. Within a day I went from having 3 or 4 friends to 20 because the high school peoples came out of the woodwork. I like having control over my friends so I have since changed my facebook name to one this is slightly recognizable but still questionable. I have about 90 friends from college, high school, middle school, elementary school and a few co-workers. I have added friends who lived in the hood but have moved out of state. I have reconnected with my oldest friend in the whole world.

I can say hi to people who I may or may not bump into on the street. I’ve posted pics from years back to the present so me and my friends have taken trips down memory lane. And because of facebook, a group of about 80 high school graduates were able to reunite and party at a club in Brooklyn Saturday night.

I. HAD. A. BLAST!

Graduates from ‘91 to ‘94 got together and partied, danced, and caught up. It was good seeing all who have changed and shaking our heads at the people who haven’t. I brought my co-worker, CB, with me. She was my ride, my photographer and she’s my new cut buddy. You can’t party with everybody and she’s someone I can let my hair down with and never have to worry.

I saw the upper classmen who graduated before me.
Those I had crushes on.
Those under classmen who had crushes on me.
I saw the guy who I had the biggest crush on and he was still fine, taller, bow legged with a dimpled cheek – good lawd!
I saw a friend and ex-boyfriend who I keep falling out of touch with.
I saw my first love.

Afterwards we exchanged numbers, promised to hit each other up on facebook, send texts, get together soon and parted ways. It was after 4am when I made it home and even though I was tired while attending Resurrection Sunday service, I had a ball Saturday night. I haven’t been to a party in years and I easily fell back into my groove.

Did I say that I wore a gray dress, black tights and black 4 inch heels? I caught a glimpse of myself in the ladies restroom mirror and impressed myself!

While facebooking can be somewhat addictive, I've learned to curtail my use and abuse. But I am glad for what facebook and it's availability has done.

There’s more to share about this reunion and in the days to come I will post more...