On Saturday work was the blower of all blowers. After work fag
Jonathan asked if I wanted to conjure Ruth Chris. I figured I
could use a cocktail after the day I had. When I showed up, Abena was there. Her breast greeted everyone that walked in. They were ripe and ready to be picked. She is the over pot stirrer. I live!
I should have known that it was gonna be a conjure. So dinner turned into after dinner drinks at Posh. From Posh it gave FLY lounge, after FLY it gave Andalu, and ended up the night with 1223 and SPANK. I was still wearing my monkey suit from work, giving 9-5 cunt. I got home at around 3. I couldn't see going to work the next day. I woke up to no voice. I couldn't even speak for the first half hour after I woke up. It was too much.
Last night was our official "Girl's Night Out". My girlfriend Yaneek planned for all of "the girls" to meet at The PARK to watch the game. The food was amazing, and the company was even better. I couldn't tell you anything about the game, or the final score though. I do know that the Redskins lost though. They are so tired!
After the game, we stayed for the dancing. There were a couple of over trade. Besides the over trade, there were a couple of basketball pieces in the house, and the groupies were out honey. They were live and direct, giving full court PRESSED! I'm talking they were perched and ready to suck a basketball dick for a flute of champagne and breakfast at the diner. It was so sad. These girls looked so thirsty, just foaming at the mouth for a basketball piece. I couldn't see shopping for basketball trade. The tea is that if they really wanted you, they would have snatched you up at the last 8 parties they saw you at. Take you dumb ass home!
So tonight Normie and I are going to see this lady Maxwell. She is the over R&B lady. Jazmine Sullivan is opening for her. The concert should be cute. Trust me, you guys will know if it's not. Holler back!