Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Weekend Wrap-Up--The Late Edition, Train Wrecks, She Got Dumped, and She Got A Dunk?

Alright already, I got it!  I know I haven't blogged in a minute, a bitch has been busy.  Between preparing for my trip, avoiding all of the gays here for Pride, and working, it has been a show.  So you know this past weekend was a huge Black Gay Pride Weekend.  Hundreds of thousands of gays flocked here to D.C., flew south to Miami(hi Kenny), or ventured over to ATL.  Now this is just me guesstimating, but I'm saying that hundreds of gallons of lube and lord know how many condoms were sold this weekend alone.  It's just astounding?
  As for me, I couldn't see doing much.  Thursday night I went to the Mill with my lil bro Christon for the "Opening Night Party".  I couldn't do it.  It was hot as hell.  I couldn't see sweating out my drag.  After how long it takes me to get dressed, chile please?    On Friday, I met my boo-boo, Q Truly  at the good 'ol trusty Fireplace.  I hadn't b
een there in a while, but not to worry, it still reeked of Lady Stetson, semen, throw up, and bleach.  The cheap cocktails somehow masks the smell.  Because of pride, there were a couple of cuties.  I didn't conjure too bad did I DD?  After the Fireplace we went to Halo for more libations.  I live for the blueberry mojitos there.  After that I met Horace and Dionne at POLICY.  It was just what the doc ordered.  I hadn't eaten all day long.  I seriously only had a cupcake and a Reese's Cup ( I said "a" Reese's Cup, which doesn't mean the two that come in the package).  I tore that food down in no time.  After Policy, an outfit change and off to another party.  I think it was called The Loft?  The space is amazing, and well off the beaten path.  I felt frisky, so I wore short shorts...

They were slightly pornographic.  I threw on a tie, and some Prada loafers to class them up a bit.  I still looked like i should have been sliding down the beatest pole.  Katie, I need the pictures...lol.  
Anyways, the next day my allergies were kicking my ass.  I couldn't see going to work.  It was horrific.  My head was congested, and my eyes looked like Garfield the Cat.  I didn't even think about getting out of bed until 4:00 p.m.  Norman called and prodded me out of the sheets.  he wanted a hamburger.  We went to Johnny Rockets.  His friend Jeremy from Baltimore met us there. That's all I'm saying about that.  Later on we went to Georgetown and met up with our sweet friend Sydney.  There were queens everywhere.  Even in my favorite tennis shoe store...

How did they even find it?  Like a moth to a flame?  After shopping, it was time to go home and relax.  I had an early meeting on Sunday morning.  Work has really become a struggle for me, the struggle being that I HATE IT.  I need a new job immediately if not sooner, HELP!  
Thank you Jesus, I will be away from that wretched place for 6 days.  Punta Cana, here I come.  I'm almost done packing.  Somehow I don't think I'll be need 11 pairs of shoes?  I need options.  I leave tomorrow morning on a 6 am flight.  Adios!

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I'm sorry, but her sensible work pump almost sent me overboard the other day.  First of all, it was too big.  Second, it was cheap as hell.  If you're gonna wear a shoe like that, at least have it be beat.  If you don't take your ass to Ferragamo or Bally woman...

Do you see what the white trade has in his lap?  Why was he carrying box of fresh Halle Berries on the train at 8:30 in the morning?  I need answers...

This loud black bitch was standing on the platform being ghetto as hell the other day whilst I was waiting for the train.  She kept telling the party on the other end that they were "dumb like shit"?  I'm sorry I don't know what that means?  If she didn't win me over with her urban interpretation of the English language, perhaps she could have with her body?  Every time she stood up after sitting down, her belly was exposed.  She had to keep pulling that gravy stained t shirt down.  Ugggghhhhh!!!  I was embarrassed.  We have a Black President for Christ sakes...

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Oooooohh, did any of y'all see the Season Finale of 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians'?  Well, it seems that Khloe was dumped by her "boyfriend" Rashad McCants of the Sacramento Kings.  Somehow Kim broke the code to his voicemail, and heard countless messages from chicks that he had been "digging out".  Was she surprised?  He didn't want her dumb thick ass.  All he wanted to do was beat it up real quick, and bounce.  It's embarrassing though getting dumped on national tv.  I'm sure she'll find someone else...


Wednesday May 27, 2009

Q
Washington, DC
www.quincyjones66.blogspot.com

Dear Rashad, 

I recently watched your very public break up with Khloe Kardashian on 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians'.  I know you were the one who cheated on her, but I'm sure you'll need some comforting.  At 6' 4", 215 pounds, you're just my type.  I'm not a white girl, but I can suck a mean...(I'm kidding) Kinda.  Not really...

Regards, 

Q

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This queen Sexy Spec from the paper selling group Pretty Ricky has gone too far.  He is dancing and gyrating around like he used to dance at The Wet.  I'm grossed out, but slightly intrigued.  Maybe it's the pink panties that threw me off.  I don't know.  Who puts their tongue between their pointer and middle fingers anymore?  Off the "No Homo" though, he is kinda cute though.  Get in...

4 comments:

Dusty Boot said...

Have fun in Punta Cana!

YBandDL has got Chris Brown's back said...

Okay I confess I watch Keeping Up with The Kardashians. Its one of my many secret male behavior, anyway I watched the season finale and I feel bad for Khloe. Now from what I took from it oh Mister Q, is that she dumbed him, and he was honest, that he was tapping other bootay. At least she got some expensive jewlery out of their short relationship.

Rashad may swing your way, but I have a feeling he is the type of black man to not spend the time of money on his feelow spooks, like he would on his cracker loving booty.

I hope she gets personal with his business and starts telling some tales. Like how he was in bed and whatnot, you twitter Q, I don't...look up, what she twitters about.

Chaz said...

I admit, I think there is something so cunt about her kitten heeled sensible work shoe. LOL! **PAINTS MYSELF WITH THE LATE BRUSH**

Be safe on your vacation.

P.S. Those pum-pum shorts are fish.

Jamar Herrod said...

At least you have a job. Im still looking for one! Grrrr. Enjoy yourself in Punta Cana. The smell at that place seem to sound really digusting. I'm big on going to places that smell okay but you can't expect much at bars/clubs that solicit sex, drugs, and alcohol. Anywho, poor Kourtney...you know I'm sure she got some good dick and now she just has to accept it and move it. It will be hard I'm sure. As far as the ghetto sloppy mess at the train...you said it all.