Monday, March 02, 2009

Weekend Wrap-Up, and "I Got One Thing To Say..."


Hi kids, if you're here in the district, we have a snow day.  It's not much snow at all, just about 6 inches (6 inches of anything has never made me budge**biting nails**), but it's enough to shut this pussy ass city of D.C. down for the day.
Anyways, this weekend was low-key.  Friday night we had family dinner.  Normie, Joey, Borzou, Nik, Sohale, and myself went to SEI.  It was great!  I went with Normie last Sunday and couldn't stop thinking about the white pear sangria all week.  


After dinner we went to Panache.  There I got down with Persian roots I never knew I had.  Tamika and Veronica met us there and we left shortly after to go to Andalu.  We wanted to hear hip-hop and at least have the possibility of a stabbing at the end of the night.  No stabbing occurred (dammit), but we did get our hip to the hop on.  I didn't plan to stay out that late being that my ass had to work the next day, but it was all good.  I was only an hour (and 35 minutes) late to work.  The time flew by, and I was headed home before I knew it.  I was exhausted and wanted to pass out when I got home immediately if not sooner, but I was hungry as shit.  I stopped by Posh on my way home to grab a bite to eat.  Posh is a supper club of sorts.  I walked in and sat at the bar, and saw this fucker of all mother's!

This man sings at Ruth Chris on random nights, and I guess do to the recession his ass has picked up other gigs as well.  All I wanted was a quiet dinner, but I didn't get that.  He shouted me out at least twice.  If the Kid Capri shout out's weren't embarrassing enough, he came and sat down at the bar next to me and sang.  I wanted to take one of those vodka bottles from behind the bar and knock him over the dome with it.  My ass ate fast as shit, and I fleeced  home.  I swear when I got home I blacked out from exhaustion, because I don't remember much after that.  I worked yesterday and rushed home to watch "Celebrity Apprentice" (more on that later...

How was your weekend?

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Ok, if you guys haven't seen 'Rupaul's Drag Race' yet, then you must get in.  It's sort of like 'America's Next Top Model' meets 'Project Runway', but for drag queens.  Rupaul is the host, and says the most outrageous shit.  Each week they have queens that are in the "bottom two" (yes, I said bottom).  Rupaul makes them lip synch their way back into the competition by saying "Now it's time to lip synch for your life...".  
Rupaul is the ruler, and the original most beat drag queen.  Way before Tyra Banks even thought about glueing a lace front to that big ass forehead, Ru had already done it.  


Tyra could never come for RuPaul.  He gives face for weeks, and couldn't see her out walking him.  When announcing his new show he told reporters, "Tell Tyra that the queen has returned, and while you're at it have Heidi clear the runway."  They don't want any--really, they don't...

Tyra can only aspire to be a drag queen, but Ru is...


YES WE CAN!  There is no excuse for any cunt to not have a beat face.  If a MAN can contour and shade an eye like that, the cunt better learn--and QUICK!

peace...

4 comments:

Dusty Boot said...

ROFLOL! I watched Ru Paul's show the other night. Hila-fuckin-rious!

deonte' k said...

LMAO!!! I've seen that Ru Paul show lol.. have u heard her/his song "cover girl" LOL. ;)

Joey Bahamas said...

Yesssss for family dinner...

Ru is a mess...I live!

JB

fuzzy said...

myyyyyyy gooooodness....