Tuesday, November 30, 2004

The new thing that makes me laugh

So my friend Vanessa introduced me to a "spit strawberry Boone's out your nose" funny advice column. It's done by the young men of the musical collective French Kicks. I have not heard their music, but now I'm going to make an effort to because witty men are just fantastic. Read on playas, read on.

http://www.frenchkicks.com/wwfkd.html

Feel free to post comments or e-mail me so we can all chuckle over the 'Big Trouble in Little China' & 'Uncle Fucker' letters they answered. Dudes killed it right there.

This is going to be HUGE

Well in my world it will be. And that thing would be the phrase (give the drummer some please):

MONKEYFUCK

Yeah like, "What up monkeyfuck? How you living?" Or something of that nature. Really I want to use it for good, not anything to imply that one would fuck a monkey cause that is just rank. Anyway, I think it is rad...and if I hear fools trying to rock that then I know that I have left a strong and profound legacy.

Use it kids...but I swear to GOD if you try and play like you created this I will snap your neck like twig on a arctic winter day...go ahead, try and test me. Okay, kisses!

Fuck the white man's holiday, right up it's Indian hating ass

For real, Thanksgiving is hella beat. Let's see if I can remember the premise. Bunch of white folks come to the shores of what will later be known as the United States...run across some brown folks...that would be "Injuns" (my people are part Chickasaw, I can say "Injun" so shut the fuck up)...have a gigantaur feast and then, oh yeah...spead disease through their tribes, introduce alcoholism (thanks!), steal their land and pretty much slaughter them. That sounds about right. Oh, let me be fair, this was not during just one visit but over many. I don't want to seem like a revisionist.

Anyhoo, as a result of that is seems a bit messed up to be gathering around a big hunk of meat and some sides to "celebrate" how "thankful" we should all be...that being said...I swear to GOD my mom can cook the shit out of some Thanksgiving dinner!

This TG my little Ms. AARP came to visit me and to make a tur-kay dinner in my first solo apartment. (Yep, 29 and first apartment alone, but in NYC I'm pretty much ahead of the curve...this declaration was in case someone in Nebraska just HAPPENS to come across my humble little blog) Two days before the "big" day me and the old lady were going back and forth about maybe going out to dinner, I was like it's no thang but a chicken wang, you got to cook, not me. Cause my mom is all mom like she was like, no, no, no, I'll cook, just give me a list of what you want and I will make it for you. At that point it was SO on. Like it had been broughten and shit. Just a little something to walk around with...if your mom calls you from the Associated Market on Waverly and asks if you want okra in your collard greens it is now on 11.

So here was the list:
Turkey
Dressing (my family is southern, we don't say stuffing, that is lame)
Mac and Cheese
Collard Greens
Corn on the cob
Cornbread (or some bread products...I HEART canned biscuits, yum!)
Yams
Sweet Potato Pie

As the list is being made out I was like, sorry Pocahontas... gurl, I'm going to be eating in your honor and cursing those devils as I get that second helping of dressing. For real, it's a tribute and whatnot.

When I got home that night she had made not one but TWO sweet potato pies and was in crazy ass prep mode. By the time I got up the next morning the turkey was baking, ALL the food was prepped and she had cleaned the dishes that were already used...oh and lady didn't even break a fucking sweat. I'm so not going to be the mom and wife my mom was/is...shit. I mean I can bake cookies like a mother so I got something going for me. Oh, and my sweet ass. Thank GOD. Back to the food.

Around 3pm everything is done and I'm about to eat my own face, or at least nah off a lip. Moms and I opened a bottle of some red vino...she read from her Ruth Westheimer autobiography (don't ask) and I was reading some posts from the ALWAYS HE-LARIOUS The Superficial website...for real, that shit has me on the damn ground for days at a time. At 4 my girl Latasha came over to partake in the festivities and it just got wrong.

Now when I say wrong it wasn't like we acted up a la eating with our hands and throwing shit around (LT did break a wine glass and spill wine all up on my West Elm table but it came out, it's all gravy and blase blah) but it was just all the goddamn food was.so.fucking.over.whelming. I had to stop my mom from making the corn on the cob cause there was nowhere else to put the food but she made the yummiest pinto beans with turkey neckbone. I mean really, I could have wept. And let me tell you, I almost did when I took my first bite into the mac and cheese. I took me every ounce of power not to go towards the white light it was so good. Turkey tender as hell...dressing and gravy, succulent...collard greens, you have no idea so don't even try and relate. And the sweet potato pie...she killed it. Oh, and if I could have thrown up in my mouth just a little to have made room for the mashed potatoes that I didn't even touch I would have lost it completely. For real, my mom is better than your mom...come to grips with it now.

So yes, that day is typically wack...if people have no place to go they feel bad and if they don't want to go anywhere they are made to feel like a freak (for real, it's no big thang, just watch some TV and catch up on your mags). My thing is this...it's a bullshit day but if you can get your grub on the right way do so, and talk shit about the "oppresors" while doing it...you'll feel better. Hell, if you are in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn next year come on by...my mom is coming again and she is bound to make TOO much food.

Swalla!

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

I totally forgot how GREAT this line is...

"Are you a MexiCAN or a MexiCAN'T?"-Johnny Depp in Once Upon a Time in Mexico

Really, that shit is he-larious. Love this movie. Back to my cable viewing....

Monday, November 22, 2004

The Hives DESTROYED it last night

I'm just going to put this out right now. The Hives are a stellar live act and they might want to consider setting up a symposium for other musicians on how to sell it to crowds like they need to pay the rent.

Sunday night my tired ass was THIS close to not going to see the Swedes at Webster Hall. Got back late from hanging with a friend in Jersey (yeah, I'm gangsta), was hungry, working out a cleaning schedule cause my moms is coming tomorrow (thank god I finally got an arrived...sidenote), therefore I was like the last thing I need to go is get up and go out. Oh, and Latasha, being the slag that she is (jokes, just jokes!) was like, "Um, I'm tired, I don't think I'm going to go now..." She is so lucky I made her feel bad and she called back to say she would go. Don't know why I said that, she is like 6'3" and I'm not, but I'm scrappy, like a Chihuahua and shit so I would have tired to work it out. Moving along, LT became my girl again, cause you know, that is how I do and she drove our sassy (and cute) asses to the venue.

Jump to 9:45pm--we are drinking our too expensive Gray Goose (feel free to send me a case for this shout out right ici) and cranberry tails of cock in the balcony and the rock assault happens. The color coordinated dapper gents come out and just unleash a torrent of just fun, fast, rock/garage rock/blues/pop and whatever else you want to throw in there tunes and the kids were eating it up. It was tight, energetic and...professional.

Okay, now that might sound like something you are not looking for in your musical experience, but trust me, you want it. How many times have you spent some hard earned ducats on a show and half way through you are like, well fuck this right up it's ass, I could have stayed home, listed to the CD with a bucket of KFC and a 2 liter of pop and would have been has happy as a pig in shit. Or something like that. Don't get me started on how I walked out a Badly Drawn Boy show at the Knit some years back...still trying to get over that shit.

Well the Hives do NOT let you down. Yes, the songs are very similar to what they sound like on CD but at the same time their CDs seem like are made so they CAN be played lived. You get the pressed music just to prep yourself for an evening out listening to these fools (and I say that with utter respect, seriously)! The in-between song banter is worth the ticket price alone and goddammit if I don't love a band that wears not only suits, but matching suits and fucking spats...spats y'all, motherfucking spats. That IS the new bling. Thank you, one more time, thank you for knowing that you are putting on a show and therefore you are entertainers and you should have a little flare. Know you are it and work it dammit.

These gentlemen, well particulary, Howlin' Pelle Almqvist, have this air of arrogance that might rub the kids the wrong way, but you know what I say to that? Bring it and smack me around with it a touch. I feel that rock has lost that "persona" vibe that it had back in the day when musicians would come out, pose/preen, let you know that you were there to see a show and the reason you are there is because you LOVE the band...and yes, they love you too. Hip-hop will bring the bravado but rock acts are made to feel like dicks if they do the same thing...and fuck it, you got a record deal, you need to recoup some shit, you better come out there and make me want to make sure your babies are being fed!

Um, and here is a little advice I wanted to throw out. If you are going to come to a show (that is clearly not a punk show circa 1979) please don't flip off the band just for the fuck of it. Oh, and if the lead singer of said band calls you on it, don't try and rock that junior high moment TWICE because he might tell you, the second time he catches your fat ass, that you are old and to shut the fuck up and then launch into the next song effortlessly cause that is what he does. Cause if that happens, you just look like an asshole, and people will point and stare and throw pigs blood on you. Okay, the last part might not happen but it would awesome if he did.

So the Hives flipped it and reversed it. Pelle went into the crowd numerous times to press the flesh while kicking out the jam and hipsters rejoiced. It's a beautiful moment when the jaded just let loose and have a good time. And like Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes I too had the time of my life, at least at that moment I did.


The Knit dude kills it again

Seriously, I think I have developed a HUGE crush on the man that does the Knitting Factory web reports...funny is the new hot. See his below post to get what I'm feeling now...

Id like to take this moment to pour a little out for a member of the family who has recently made like Elvis and left the building. Last year during CMJ the Knitting Factory was blessed with the inimitable O.D.Bs first show after getting free & it was the show to see; tickets sold out quicker than Von Dutch trucker hats at an assholes convention and reminded us all that this was not a show but an event. His death, along with the passing of Rick James a few months back are also a reminder that merciless, & outrageous drug use will also eventually decimate a brothas career as well as his life.

Somewhere, the Grim Reaper is performing a Mapquest for Bobby Browns home address.SF

Friday, November 19, 2004

Action figures and the Geto Boys together...who would have thunk it?

I'm not even going to try and be cute here...this is just THAT good.

http://www.prowlin.com/movies/mindtrix.mov

Tony, thanks for sending this son.


Thursday, November 18, 2004

Rollerskating will NEVER not be fierce

Check this out kids...

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 19Bring your roller skates and a legwarmer full of nostalgia to the OfficeOps Rock 'n' Rollerskate party out in Bushwick. You know the shpeel by now: bands play in a cage while the hip 'n' wholesome kids skate circles around them. Tonight's lineup includes the funky electropop trio Mobius Band, Hockey Night and Metric Mile. OfficeOps, 57 Thames St., Williamsburg, Brooklyn, (718) 418-2509. 9 p.m. $5.

I have been two times and it is too much fun for one person to handle. You get there (early!), pay 5 clams, get some old ass skates (those bad ass brown ones you use to rock like a hurricane back in the day) and you wild out...it's that easy. NicFit and I were rollerdancing like FOOLS and as my cute little dress flew up (many times) when I was workshopping some moves I didn't care. Wonder why? Well first off, I had cute panties on and secondly...I WAS JUST HAVING FUN!

Really, if you don't want to skate just go out to see how many white kids thought they were cool enough to kick it in Bushwick (sorry to break it to y'all...it is still Bushwick, you will get a beat down sooner than later, remember that...fools need to STAY scurred sometimes!). And for shits and giggles watching youngsters try to skate and drink at the same time is pure entertainment. There is nothing funnier than hipsters falling out while skating around a band, try and and argue with me on this one. The people here really enjoy themselves and that is just really sexy.

In summation, and in the immortal words of Jerri Blank, "good times, good times".

Have Fun!

It's a good look for him, seriously it is

I'm reading through the latest SPIN mag, seeing what the kids are into, when I get to the review section and see a recent picture of A Perfect Circle...yeah, the band fronted by funnyman Maynard James Keenan. (For real, dude was down with Bill Hicks, that makes him a conniseur of funny and in turn funny...in his fucked up Tool way.) Well let me get to the point...As I'm checking it out I'm like, "Oh there is wacky old Maynard in big old flip flops and that amusing wig of his again. Let's see, there is James Iha. He looks so much healthier now that he is not in Smashing Pumpkins and having his narrow little Asian ass being oppressed, good for you my dear." Then it strikes me when I get to Mr. Jeordie White...oh shit, gasp...he's kinda cute...and he can thank a certain new stage look for that.

For all in the know Jeordie is better (and formally) known as Twiggy Ramierez...when he was in Marilyn Manson before he got kicked to the curb. When he was in the aforementioned musical outfit (ya like that? I might say it again one day) he was all sorts of pasty and just not my cup of goth-metal-glam tea. Now...bring it on. Long gone is the make-up and the man dresses (and some fucked up tresses) and here we got with a tasteful (and simple) button down shirt, nice pants and a cardigan. Yeah bitch, I said cardigan...and dammit if it is not a smart look for him. The haggard shit is a wrap, he's smiling and just seeming so happy with his new life...a life without the iron clad hand of Brian Warner coming down on him. You just know the old boss used to smack him about the face with his cock when he acted up...totally.

So Jeordie, this is for...looking good boo, keep up the good work. You enjoy yourself with your new(ish) musicial buddies and if you ever want to go shopping just give me a call.

Smooches!

And by the by...I'm a fan of the APC so check out the site...they have some interesting links:

http://www.aperfectcircle.com/

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Grandpa Hemmer

Wanted to give a big old HAPPY BIRTHDAY to that handsome lad Bill Hemmer..."old" sport will be 40 this weekend. Shut up, I didn't just know that, they mentioned it on CNN American Morning a second ago. And something I want to throw out...I think the Hemmer and my girl Daryn Kagan might have been a little "friendly" in the past...maybe I just want it to be because I love em both and they are MAD flirty with each other.

Okay, that was random.

Off to Vegas right now for the wonderful union of the lovely Tanya Edwards and the sharp Robert Mancini. If you see no new posts within 7 days that mean I'm dead in a casino or back alley. For real, it could happen.

What goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas...bet on BLACK dammit!


Really, this is a DAMN good album

Just went out and got The Clarence Greenwood Recording from Citizen Cope (aka Clarence Greenwood) tonight...and lordy, I'm already on my second listen of the whole album, beginning to end y'all.

I really don't want to throw that "blue-eyed soul" insignia on this young man, but honeychile...I don't know how to breakdown how heartful and in-turn soulful and smooth this thing is. If you know of Shuggie Otis this will give you a small hint of the kind of stylings I'm talking about...but that is just start.

I had heard of Citizen Cope ages ago but never checked him out. In the last couple of months my trusty kexp.org has been playing tracks of his like someone is going to get hurt--and lord have mercy each time I have been getting more and more sucked in. You know when you listen to tracks that have a vibe that is both familiar and new? I mean, try and work with me here, it might not seem to make sense but take a listen and you will roll my way.

This is an album of pure musicianship...end of story. Now you might know that Carlos Santana is on one track (fuck, if my mom had an album brah man would be on it, but whatever) but that doesn't tickle my fancy, what does is having Me'Shell N'degeocello on a cut...I heart that woman. Let me digress for a second...this woman is BASS. She has paved her own road of fierceness that is unparalleled and I don't want to hear another word about it. Pick up Peace Beyond Passion and Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape and let us have discussion...she kills it. And baby, open a weekly rag, find out when mama is touring again and get yourself a ticket to one her shows. Ms. N'degeocello will make you forget where you are and you will act a fool...genius.

On that note "Sideways", the song that features Ms. N, is at the moment living in a nice little section of my head and I planning on humming this motherfucker until I can no longer.

So to sum it up, Mr. Greenwood has a voice that you can wrap around you like a soft blanket on a chilly ass night and a whole other thing that will throw a sexy little shuffle in your step whether you want it to not. Work it out daddy, work it out...

Key Tracks:
"Sideways"
"Bullet and a Target"
"Son's Gonna Rise"
"My Way Home"

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

W.O.W...just W.O.W.

Just when you thought people couldn't skeeve you out anymore someone comes along and raises the bar...in this case it would be Tammy Imre. And this lass would the 29 year old mother of a 7 year old daughter accused of having SEX WITH HER CHILD'S 8 YEAR OLD PLAYMATE!

Um...WHAT?!

Like I don't need to wake up and hear about this on "In the Papers" on NY1(love that channel!). Fucking ick!

So not only did she "alledgedly" have sex with junior but they acted out boyfriend/girlfriend roles...and she gave him a key to her apartment.

This make me feel real gross for thinking that that wee tot in the movie Honey* was adorable...in my case I wanted to make sure he was getting properly educated on the set and brushing his teeth...NOT SEEING MY VAGINA!

People are twisted, real twisted.

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/World/2004/11/08/705997-ap.html

*Yeah, I saw HONEY, saw it twice, don't ask me why.

Can someone answer me this?

How on God's green earth is it taking so long to find Scott Peterson guilty of slaying his poor pregnant ass wife? I mean, come the fuck on y'all!

Now I know we live in a post OJ world where the justice system seems all sorts of "askew" (yes, I'm black and yes, I think his crazy ass killed that woman...old dude should have read some Native Son, that is all I'm saying) but this seems just SO obvious. Well I guess that seemed obvious too but that is for some other discussion...

So let's go through this one more time:

Body goes missing around Christmas Eve of 2002...find body near where her "faithful" husband was fishing.

Gasp, find out husband had mistress--and he tells said mistress some crazy ass stories about his wife...in case you forgot she was pregnant folks...oh and like super cute and sweet looking. Yeah, yeah, looks can be deceiving and she might have beem EVIL for all I know but no one needs to be slain...call me old fashioned, or maybe my Southern Baptist roots are showing, killing, not cute. (Sidenote: Not been to church since I was 10 and was baptized but you know what? I'm a playa and therefore always in the game...afuckingmen.)

Let's see what else...oh yeah, he TRIED TO FLEE THE COUNTRY! Um, yeah, seems a little guility to me, I mean I don't have a law degree but I used to watch Murder She Wrote and Matlock with my grandma and I learned as a speckled pup that that is not good.

Chunk, also known as Scott Peterson, also dyed his air and "used" his brother ID to try and work some shit out. That says shady in about 25 languages and 105 dialects.

I could go on and on but my carpel tunnel syndrome is kicking in so I will leave it at this...

Call it a day jurors and shut em down...this is really getting to be a little too extra.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Poor baby...if only he had won 45 MORE metals none of this would have happened

Dummy.

Dude, you are not cute enough to try to pull this punk move and have me NOT mention it...

Phelps cited for DUI
Salisbury, MD (Sports Network) - Olympic champion swimmer Michael Phelps was arrested last week for driving under the influence of alcohol.
The 19-year-old Phelps, who won a record-tying eight medals in Athens this summer, including six golds, was pulled over for failing to observe a stop sign late Thursday night. He was then charged with the DUI, failing to obey a stop sign and violating a license restriction.
Phelps was released into the custody of a friend a little more than an hour later.
The swimmer from suburban Baltimore was introduced to the crowd Sunday night prior to the Ravens' game against the Cleveland Browns.

Love the Trio

Um, so I was watching 'Pilot Season', an original program on Trio, and it had me rolling for a few reasons. This is why:

1) Sarah Silverman, she is just IT
2) It shows just how fucked LA and "those" people are
3) The fact that some "manager dude" referred to some white woman as being a non-Asian Lucy Liu

Yeah, that is comedy.

Oh and by the way...Pimp My Ride is not just good TV but it is heartwarming, for real. But why is there a caucasian gentleman on here that goes by the name 2Shea? That is not cute...

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Really there is nothing more to be said about "the travesty"

I just got back from Vegas where I was watching "the travesty" go down (yes, I'm so not happy with the state of this country that I will not even capitalize the above quote) so this is why it has taken me the long to make a comment. And yes, I sent in my absentee ballot so get off my back, I'm not the problem here.

So here is my one comment:

People from Ohio* need to be laid down like sick dogs. Oh, and anyone else that doesn't believe in what I believe in. I think that covers that.

Have a nice day.

(*This excludes Dave Chappelle...he got a farm there, he's cool.)

Monday, November 01, 2004

This is getting to be really unfair, for real. Sigh...

So not only did my pal Toni Ann see Gael Garcia Bernal in her West Village nabe (this a few days after my girl Renee saw him in the East Village) she JUST saw that big old burly man's man Benicio Del Toro. Come on now! I mean, I'm the one that hearts these motherfuckers...it's not cool, not cool at all.

I'm just going to have to come to terms with the fact that the man upstairs doesn't think it is a good time for me to meet these men. I mean, maybe they need to work some shit out or something before they get to experience the wonder or me. I got tricks and shit, they have no idea.

As Artie says, damb, damb, damb...

As Deee-Lite once said...

VOTE BABY VOTE! Don't forget y'all!

In case you were wondering...yes, fools got SERVED!

After a week of planning me and my girls went to The Warriors themed Halloween party as a bad ass girl gang, we were called "Straight Street"...and we were straight ill son!

Okay, let me back up...

On Saturday night there was an amazing Halloween party at Supreme Trading in the 'burg based on the film The Warriors. That alone, is just rad. What you had to do was come to the party with your people as some kind of gang, they take your picture, they project it on the wall, you tear shit up, it's as easy as that.

I had pre-game cocktails at my casa with Latasha, Nicole and Adrienne, who came into my party like a bat out of hell proclaiming, "YOU GOT SERVED"...and yes we were served, she looked fierce as hell. Fuck we all were tight. We were supposed to work out some 'graphy before we left so that we could battle dance punks at the party but shit, sometimes it's better to just freestyle...keeps you humble and in the game.

When we got to the joint it was pretty empty but it was open bar from 10-11 so all was not lost. Mad props to the group that came in before us as "The Giorgio Mauraders"...that would be a group of men and women dressed as Donna Summer's 1970's producer. That is a fierce, that is fabulous and that is just too damn much. When we got inside we challenged them to an informal battle but alas, it did not materialize, but it would have been awesome. I was impressed by the thought process of those jokers.

After being there for about an hour we met up with Yanna and her ladies...this completed our gang. We were 7 deep and ready to do damage. Like earlier mentioned our name was "Straight Street" and we got our inspiration from street gangs of the late 70's/early 80's...we pretty much were taking The Warriors to heart. Our unifying elements were:

Rolled up jeans
Tank
Fishnets
Pumps
Bling (I had a HUGE number #1 and Jesus on a cross...cause I'm gangsta like that)
White bandana hanging out of the back left pocket...for our "dead homies"

Optional:
Hat
Cut-off lace gloves

Special Flare on my end:
Two "teardrops" to represent the suckas I had "to kill" to get into the gang

Now the white bandana was the most important thing...let me tell you why. Our gang was all about the battle dance...I mean, why else would you be in a gang? So when we would decide to"challenge" one of the other gangs one of us would have to take the bandana out and throw it to the ground all "crazy eyed killa" like. I have to say NicFit (that would be Nicole) was all sorts of down with challenging ANYONE...of course she would push me out to start dancing after she started the shit...but I ain't mad, I got the skillz!

Let me just say this, I could write for days about what went down but I'm just going give you a highlight reel:

*The first battle happened after our first cocktail. Saw some ninja themed team and we knew it had to be on. NicFit rolled up to one dude and my man tore some shit up. When he began to lock and pop we knew it was on and we had to make it count. I won't get into the logistics of the throwdown but there was mad respect on both sides.

*Our first picture in front of the Warriors sign was HOT! We posed, we preened, we personified the evening. Not being arrogant just telling the truth. They projected ALL the gangs in another room and I have to say we were rad. I mean the gang that came as the Muppets were just hollarific...I mean, just IT, but we were a GANG. What you know about that? LOYALTY!

*There were not one but TWO tennis team gangs. The first ones were just fantastic and the "head" gentleman (who I developed an crush on instantly) kept doing high kicks and screaming "YEAH!" whenever we saw them. He was cool enough to come up to our gang, give props and ask for a truce immediatly. Yeah, that is some "Stop the Violence" East Coast/West Coast shit right there. Word. Oh, and he had a headband on, tight little shorts and a little 70's porn stache. I like that.

*Some joker just was screaming to be challenged so we did it. He danced, I danced back. I told him he looked like he was having a seizure, he said my face looked like it was having a seizure. At that point all 7 of us got in a circle and battle danced around him into submission. The bitch busted out the circle like his life depended on it. At that point the only thing that could and should have been said was said..."YOU GOT SERVED!" Fools recognized and were scurred.

*We were dancing up a damn storm, I would say from 11 on but when Afrika Bambaataa came on it.was.so.over. First off the main dance room has no vendilation and was a fucking sweatbox but I was willing to meet my maker. My man played some klassics...yes, that is with a k...that took us all to church. One of the more pleasant surprises was Ciara's "Goodies". Ohmigod that is my JAM! We were doing the booty clap like we had to make the rent. And don't even get me started on how we took it to left to the right to the front to the back when a sick mix of "Milkshake" came one. And yes, my milkshake does bring the boys the the yard and it is better than yours. In case you were wondering. Yanna, that doesn't mean you gurl. You raised my game out there honeychile!

Around 2:48 AM (really 3:48 AM before that sneaky daylight savings thang happened) myself and Yanna and her girls had to split cause our dogs were hurting and we didn't want to hurt anymore feelings. (Adrienne bailed on the gang earlier to hit a few more parties...traitor! People get beat out of gangs for this shit, but I love that bitch. Latasha was bout to hyperventilate at one point so she had to go home. And NicFit...shit, we lost her, I think she was battling someone, somewhere.) In summation...best fucking party ever! (Aside from my 29th at 151...that was the jam!) We came, we battled, we looked good. I mean is that not the essense of life right there?

The answer is yes. The warriors definately came out and plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayed!