There was a Beyoncé trivia night at Cafe 214 last Saturday. I heard about the event and immediately text a bunch of friends, bought a table and started to plan an outfit that was Beyoncé worthy.

On the day of the event quite a bit of my friends had other things happen that made them no longer available. Cool. I was still going and going to have a great time.

I arrived late. Checked in. I had an 8 person booth to myself. I stretched out. Picked a team name. DDC. Ordered a tequila sunrise and a watermelon mint hookah. That hookah hit hard. HARDT. Turned the night into a solo date and embraced being with my thoughts and Beyoncé. The only time I remembered that I was alone is when I didn’t know the answer to the trivia question. But I phoned a friend and got the answer.

The ladies at the table across from me were hella friendly. The event was an entire vibe. Hookah was potent. Music selections were banging. The Bee Hive was in full effect. I sang my heart out when the question involved Beyoncé’s song, “1+1.”

If I ain’t got nothing, I got you. If I ain’t got something, I don’t give a damn. Cause I got it with you. I don’t know much about algebra, but I know one plus one equals two!

Algebra was the answer. The atmosphere was the perfect balance of chill and hype. Second round started. Hmmm. I have to use the restroom. I should have went to the restroom at intermission. I was playing on my phone instead. Instagram is life. I really need to go to the restroom. They played some of my favorite Beyoncé songs and I sang along. Very loudly. I wanted to wait until the game was over. After two rounds of questions regarding the Queen, “what’s her dad’s name?” and “how many Grammys does she have?” Matthew and I have no idea. They began a round of Urban Trivia. I finally went to the restroom. By this time, it was a full on emergency. I walked briskly towards the women sign. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the line of ladies who also were antsy for a little relief. Uh oh. I thought about pleading my case to skip. I didn’t say anything. Got my spot in line. UH OH. I immediately proceeded to have an accident. Right there standing next to the stall. I felt the leakage rolling down my leg. Fuck!

Yes, I knew I had to use it. Yes, I know holding it is an issue for me. I didn’t want to miss any trivia questions. That shit wasn’t even important. I wasn’t even close to winning. The restroom was next to the speakers so I’m sure I could have heard the questions. In hindsight, I realize this accident was completely avoidable. I have an issue with incontinence. I know this. I’ve had it so long that I cannot remember when it started. 15+ years. I’ve peed in numerous parking lots, on the side of buildings, in the dressing room of Cache in Cortana Mall, and once on the highway where 114 and George Bush intersect. However, These last 2-3 years my issue has become a major challenge. My quality of life has been altered. I now peed on myself in the restroom at Cafe 214.

Luckily, I’m always prepared for these situations. I keep wipes, extra underwear and even a pair of jean shorts in the car at all times. I cleaned myself up in the car. Went back to my seat. By this time the waitress had taken the remnants of my drink and my hookah from the table. She thought I had left. I decided to leave. I felt icky. I was alone. I wanted a shower, a bed and a heavy cry.

I started to cry as soon as I drove out of the parking lot. Sob actually. A real nasty heavy cry. There was also a runny nose. Just nasty. The devil whispered in my ear, “you are alone. You have no one. You have nowhere to go. Nobody to call.” The devil really is a liar. I’ve heard that said countless times. This is the first time he’s lied and I recognized the lie. In truth, I’m the opposite of alone. I have a phenomenal support system of family and friends.

My phone rang. It was my BFF. She knew I had an accident. She wanted to check on me. She has a telepathic sense of when I need her. I told her earlier about my accident and she wanted to make sure that I was feeling okay. I’ve never been alone. That damn devil. Lying and shit. My BFF has come to every single appointment with my neurologist for the last year. She asks the questions that I forget. She takes notes. She also reports the status update to the rest of my support system each time. I have multiple sclerosis. An autoimmune disease. One of the side effects of MS is incontinence. I wasn’t crying because I was alone. Damn devil. I was crying because I have this shit. Multiple Sclerosis. I’m still learning what multiple sclerosis means. I barely know how to spell it. Thanks autocorrect.

I was diagnosed August 2021 when another friend drove me to the emergency room. Stayed all day. Test after test and two MRIs. She was next to me when the cold ass Karen told me that I have it. Multiple Sclerosis. I have multiple sclerosis. Fuck.

Back to last Saturday. Once I remembered the devil is a liar. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I am the furthest thing from alone. The devil knows my weakness. I was invited to a pool party. I have a lot of friends and associates. I showered. Put on a swimsuit that makes titties TITTY. Uber cute and my favorite colors. Black and white. I got the address and headed to the pool party. I needed a drink and a laugh. I knew both would be there. It was a great night. Hilarious people. Laughs galore. Too much alcohol. I had a half of a red Solo cup of Cabernet. There were these cinnamon rolls that were extremely hard to put down. I even slid down the pool slide. A good fucking time.

I did not let a five minute challenge ruin my entire day. Gold star. Saturday was an event filled day consisting of gun range and Bar Louie with a new male friend. Wink. Beyoncé trivia, pool party and it ended with some excellent sleep. It was a good day.

XOXO

Lesson: Don’t let MS hold you back. Take a shower and go on.

Question: What’s your favorite Beyoncé song?