So yesterday I co-hosted a lovely party for a friend's birthday and it was great! Lots of beautiful and fabulous and fun people, friends from school and work and other parts of life. Although what's up with people calling to say they're on their way and not coming? Somebody did that last night. I think that's weird. Anyway we had good vibes, good booze, good food and it was an all around good time. And more importantly, my frenetic search for the perfect outfit bore fruit (although it cost me). I LOVE Saks Fifth Avenue. In fact it's my favorite department store in Manhattan methinks. And I've convinced myself the cost is ok because I WILL be running that outfit at this other party coming up with a bunch of different people and can think of other occasions I can run it since I have a few different crowds. Amortizing the cost over the number of wears I will get it was a good investment. Sadly I am kind of shiny and boozy looking in many of last night's pics (guess I was hot and didn't realize it) so the photographic record doesn't do me any justice at all. The glare from my forehead distracts from the faboo a bit. When I rerun that outfit I am going to 1) wear a bit of powder, 2) fast for one full day beforehand, and 3) not drink so much! Maybe I'll even invest in some lashes (the extensions not the falsies, I don't want my eyeballs to go completely bald). That will take my game up one more notch, not that it was quite off last night...just trying to take the level to a perfect score. Ha! I wish. :-)
Since it's Sunday night, the saddest time of the week for me even though I love my job, I don't have a lot of time to pontificate or reflect deeply or even shallowly on much. But...I do want to know what folks think about the new blog burning up the Internets featuring groupies' stories. I have posted my own brush with groupieness on here, in "Datin' Ballers" dated February 1st, about a pro ball player who tried to holler and whose advances I spurned for fear of The Herps. These stories fascinate me for obvious reasons. I'm not very pc and try to avoid judging other people since I'm no angel, but curious to know what others think. Warning - it's so NSFW. So very not.
About Allen Iverson. Poor guy! How tragic. I think they have operations for that, wonder why he hasn't gotten one. Doesn't he know women kiss and tell? How is he gonna have the nerve to put his wife out in the cold, nekked, with that going on? Or not going on. Ha! Do y'all remember that? It was a scandal. Another sad one is the answer to why one groupie didn't ever spend the night with Jay-Z, "I didn't want to wake up next to him. He's ugly." Ouch! Check it out at http://talesfromagroupie.blogspot.com.
He may be ugly but he wifed the baddest you know what in the game!
Thoughts?
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