what about your friends…

Those of you on twitter are most definitely aware that the annual BET awards took place last night. Some of you may have even forfeited hours of your life to sit through them in addition to the running tweet commentary. I, on the other hand, couldn’t find where Time Warner keeps the stereotype affirming channels so I missed out…

*gets down off of soap box*

However, the byproduct of the ‘awards’ show that I was unable to elude is that my place of stomping is the city that selected the shortest straw and became host to this circus of an event. As with all black events, there were parties, pre-parties and post-parties. Given my affinity for the night life, I was convinced into participating in one of these associated gatherings. The night ended up coming in as a solid seven on the overall good times scale but the true gift of the evening was the above average people watching. Now LA is known for giving inordinate amounts of ‘style’ but this weekend the style got turnt up…

While commenting on our fellow party goers, my drinking compatriots and I came to an interesting insight: where are these people’s friends? Assuming they roll with individuals that possess sight and voice faculties, there is no way in the world that we should be seeing this person in such atrocious attire. How am I so certain of this you may be wondering? Take a walk with me through the following scenario… Read more of this post

2010 bet awards…

my summer home doesn’t have hbo so my viewing options were somewhat limited on a sunday night…it also currently doesn’t have ac (a situation that will be remedied wednesday if baby jesus loves me at all) but that also lends itself to  activities that require very little movement…and watching the bet awards filled that need…of course the little uppity voice in my head reminded me that i have arrived therefore i can only watch 72 minutes of bet a year and i must spend at least half of that complaining about their programming…but…when it’s 90 degrees INSIDE you tend to use all of your complain muscles on that topic which left me watching this year’s award show with a pretty open mind…and now i’d like to share some of my thoughts and pretend like you care…

queen latifah makes me happy…she’s like you favorite lesbian aunt…but you never call her that because you’re 9 and you don’t know what lesbian means…but every time she shows up i smile a little…

everybody always hates on drakes stage performances but i really don’t know what else non dancing rappers are suppose to do besides bounce and walk side to side waving their hands like they’re in a rapid child petting contest…”you say you like it like that/ i think i like it too/ half a million in a week/ it’s only right i do”…i kinda mess with that… Read more of this post

why i drink 6/25…

welcome back ubf fam…the virtual happy hour has descended upon you once again…just lay back and let those libations wash away work time blues…what has us drinking this week…well i thought you’d never ask…

– week 4…paycheck #2…

– my summer pad doesn’t have ac…the fan cools my body…the cup content cools my soul

– that last minute u.s. goal made me spill my first drink…

– i didn’t see her cold sore until the next morning…it’s about suppression… Read more of this post