Dress in a denim dress with a fresh pair of black and white Jordans, hair braided with jewels to match and in my hand is my invitation to the table of Fate. At this table only the chosen are invited where cocktails are mixed with invitees past, present and future. As I stand at the door waiting for Fate to sit me at the table, I look around at those who look like me, are dress like me and talk like me, but are not me! My happy hour mingling with guests are those abandonment