You know Mayte, right? Mayte Adames?
No? What’s wrong with you?
First of all, you should know that her name is pronounced MY-TAY. It looks like it should be MAY-TEE but it’s not so don’t. She’s from Brooklyn. Or Harlem. Wait, is she from Jersey someplace? Doesn’t matter. I’m nearly positive she’s from New York. The main thing is that Mayte Adames is about that life. Here’s the story about how I found out that fact first hand…
The story takes place way out in the boondocks of Dawsonville, Georgia.
A bunch of folks (friends, acquaintances, etc) were seated around a fire as the sun set in the background.
One of the guys, a notorious (although mellowed by marriage) prankster, decided to sneak around behind everyone and pop out of the woods like some kind of sasquatch or ghost or forest hobo. As he crept closer to the campfire, the dogs began to look over in his direction and started growling and barking and everyone knew something was going on. It was tense for several moments, each of us imagining that a sasquatch or a ghost or a forest hobo was forthcoming.
But, before things reached any sort of real crisis point, someone recognized the guy for who he was and everyone had a laugh.
But when things were at that critical moment when no one knew what was going to come out of those trees and everyone was about to just sit there and end up on the wrong side of a horror movie, Mayte had cooly reached out and grabbed the blow torch that’d been used to start the fire.
That’s right folks, a blow torch.
Mayte might not have had any idea of what was about to happen, but whatever was about to happen didn’t have any idea about Mayte. And that is why Mayte Adames is the realest, readiest, most About That Life person I’ve ever seen.
So, happy birthday, Mayte. There’s nobody like you.
Cheers.
