Monday, June 15, 2009

Weekend Wrap-Up, Killa Kobe, Get Your Chanel!, and ?

Hi fuckers, I'm hoping everyone had a great weekend.  Mine was mild, but cute.  On Friday morning I woke up with the absolute worst migraine I think I have ever had in my life.  I took some medicine and went back to bed.  When I got up, it still wasn't gone.  I had the nerve to go to work with it.  By the time I got to work, I couldn't even hardly open my eyes.  It was ridiculous.  I didn't start to feel better until around 7:30 or 8:00.  I got off at 9, and was starving because I hadn't eaten all day.  I called Normie, and after much deliberation, we decided to go to Leopold's in Georgetown.  My skirt steak was the ruler, his calamari was gross.  I had red wine.  Red wine makes me crazy.  I left my card in the sign envelope.  I didn't realize it until the next morning when I went to use my card.  I called, and thank God they had it.  Normie went to pick it up for me, and had a very strange encounter with a manager named Lucia.  She gave him attitude for no reason.  He then called back to see what the problem was, and she hung up on him.  She said that she had a "busy restaurant", and had no time for this?  I then called back and she gave me the long number to 411 when I asked for the owner's number.  She is a nasty cunt that spews blood from between her legs when she walks!  I didn't get anywhere until my sister and I called later when new management was on duty.  The GM will be at the restaurant after 4 p.m. today.  I will be calling.  Ms. Lucia needs to be dealt with--nasty cunt!  So you guys know what that means...



I couldn't see any of you guys going there.  It's a conjure.  I'll let you all know what the outcome is when I speak with the GM today.  
So after the drama at Leopold's on Saturday morning, I left work early to do a bit of shopping.  I got a couple of great pieces.  The sales everywhere are off the hook.  After my mini-shopping excursion, I went home to prepare myself for the 'Party After Dark" at the Hirshhorn Museum.  
It was a cute event minus the shirtless white queens dancing around in flip flops (It was PRIDE in D.C.).  I had a good time, and got to meet my girl Lilien's new girlfriend.  She is sooooo adorable!  I'm so happy for you Lil. 
After the party, I went to meet my sisters Yaneek and Darleata at Policy.  It was cute as usual.  We stayed for a bit, and decided to get hood with it.  I called my boy, and made arrangements for us to get into Layla.  You'll never guess how we got to the club from Policy.  We rode in a cop car.  He was our designated driver for the night--don't ask!  
Anyways, we got to a pack club at Layla.  As soon as we got upstairs to the party, I smelled weed.  Somebody was smoking BOOT.  We got shots, danced for blood, and conjured trade.  Speaking of trade, get into this one that I saw in the bathroom trying to get his swag right.  

Do you see those arms?  Get in!  I'm sorry I don't get a shot of him at the urinal, maybe next time?  

This is me and the girls in their bathroom (I'm a bathroom hopper).  After the club I hit it home (still in the police car), I had to work yesterday morning.  I made it on time, and stayed all day.  I came home and chilled last night.  I couldn't see going out.  I cleaned my house and did laundry until 2 in the morning.  
Tonight I have date number 2 with boyfriend number 1.  He is a cutie.  I don't remember much about the first date beside us osculating (kissing) for hours. Tonight I'm making dinner.  He had a request for chicken parmesan.  Because I'm a good cunt, I'm making it.  I ain't never made no damn chicken parmesan, but I bet you I will tonight--fuck wit it!

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Congratulations to that sexy, fine, chocolate, tall, beat ass piece of trade Kobe for leading the Lakers to their 15th NBA title.  He can lead me into a title...
Kobe, I'm making chicken parmesan tonight if you want any--I'm just sayin'...
 
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On Saturday while walking through Georgetown shopping, I saw these?  Coco Chanel would roll over in her grave.  Besides, I thought that the Fall Chanel collections were all about Paris-Moscow?  Chanel ain't never made no bag that looks like that!  They should be ashamed.  At least have them be good fakes!  I have goose bumps...

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This mother fuckin' country bamma, dirty south, gold front, southern twang, auto tune negro had the nerve to have that chain made.  "Big Ass Chain"? I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore.  Now I know why his name is T-Pain, because he's hurting me.  If the blond dreads, and costumey outfits weren't enough, here we go.  But off the no bull shit, he can rip the shit out of a remix though.  Solely because if that, he has a pass to continue wearing that ghetto ass chain--not for long though.  Damn...

4 comments:

Dusty Boot said...

You and your taking pictures of trades in weird places. lol. Dude does have a nice arm tho. Big arms melt me.

EL REY said...

Man I love ur blog...event though u went hard on trey the last post

Elle est Funky Fresh said...

Great seein' you Saturday, Q! You looked TOO FLY as always. Glad you got to meet my woman, ain't she a cutie? What a night! Sounds like your party continued way after dark, too. Cop car, whaaat? I dare not ask! Mwah! xx

Miss Fiasco said...

Cop car? Oh my lol.
Yuck Kobe's smile looks gross. But the second one looks yum.
T-Pain is basically a clown.