26 Dec 2006: Under the Mistletoe...a bit.

...on bein' Under the Mistletoe...

We stayed up until 5am on Christmas Eve...Yappin, Drinkin', Playin XBox, laughin' and doin a little too much. Then Julian has the nerve to be in a happy mood and wake me up - haha. Seriously - I should have been up at about 9am...but I didn't even hop out of bed until 10ish. So I got the food on...I subtracted a few dishes since a few people didn't RSVP.

Jay and Julian were crackin' me up playin' Worst Case Scenario board game while I was throwin' stuff around the kitchen...

Thanks Keyla for wrappin up the wonton...and fryin' up the lumpia

Quite a bit of wine and beer got killed. Creamcheese shrimp wonton got killed. Food got killed. Everyone arrived around the same time and we just lingered talking and what not. Once the food was on...Grime was kind enough to carve the turkey and Julian carved the Roast -- Manly men huh. bwaa hahahhaha. Everyone assembled their plates while I assembled the leftover tupperwares...observe:

No one leaves this house without Leftovers. Ya Heard?

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I have to say without exception - this was one of the best Christmas' ever. The mood was good, the conversation positive and the company the best. It was a bit strange without my brother or mom around, but strangely this felt like a really adult Christmas.

Thank you Wendy and Grime for my fabulous Jason Rudolph Pena apron. "coz I'm that kind of woman"

Thank you boys for such wonderful dinner conversation about music and the industry and for your hearty appetites...

...on Christmas Eve...

On Christmas Eve Julian gave me a gift. I don't know if I can accept such a gift...There's a lot of weight behind such a gift...

Sometimes the natural flow of things is almost surreal.

...on stress...

Video Conference calls overseas with Mom and Lola stress me out. How's she gonna drill me about gettin' a boyfriend coz it's practically 2007 - WUT!!!

22 Dec 2006: You are Lovely...

"Lovely...you are just lovely..." He says that often...not only with his mouth but moreso with his eyes. Tousled sheets...ruffled hair...ponytail askew...time flyin fast...and then it was morning. Even the heated lava from my temper cannot sway a man who is persistent, consistent and determined. How do you fight air when you breathe it. How do you fight water when you need it. How do you fight fire when it warms you. How do you fight the sun when it brightens you. How do you fight heaven when it haunts you. How do you fight possession when it owns you. Damn that. I have to admire his strength and the manner in which he embraces life. I have to admire that he starts and ends each day with a smile. I have to admire the mischief... Bwaa hahahahha

20 Dec 2006: Triathalon - Saucerina style...

So this is my version of triathalon...my work, my artistic pursuits and then there are romantic pursuits. I'm starting to feel like Alfie...as if 24 hours aren't enough for the day of a woman like me...as if 7 days a week just doesn't quite cut it for a woman like me. If I were given 1 more day a week and 1 more hour a day would I feel better? Probably not - I'd probably just end up doing too much like I am now.

...taken from Alfie's Blog...

"saudade" is a portueguese word that is difficult to explain. so let me wikipedia it for you...

"The famous saudade of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness."

...on faraway places...

I can totally feel them calling. I'm looking at my travelling trunk and leather carry on bag with an angry determination. I need to touch other concrete. I need to hear the lull of foreign tongues. I need to walk out of darkness into brightly lit cities that bristle with movement. I need to hear the click of my kitten heels on pavement while I nibble on a pastry. I need to take a 16 hour flight to somewhere and just curl up in a ball in business class and drink way too much until i knock out. I need to go where no one knows me --- at least for a little while.

...on homesick...

I wanna be in San Francisco to see the lights.I wanna see scarved and jacketed throngs walking in that city pace. I miss my family. I miss real dim sum. And now Wendy went home to the Yay for a little bit. So all of my girls are home and I'm here. I miss my family too and wouldn't mind a trip to Haystack. But I'm so pressed for time. J****** asked me this morning,"you okay?" I said,"Yah, I'm good." He said,"what's up..." I told him,"WL is going home today - so that's all 3 of my girls who are home and I'm not...except Monica she's in Tokyo somewhere...." He smoothed my hair down and said,"Just call me if you need a friend...I'm here if you need someone..." I didn't say a word.

...on cakes...

I have a crazy rhythm...like god of cookery kung fu rhythm - sometimes I kind of scare myself but I like it...

...on marathon dates...

I don't even know where to start. You want the dirty details but I'll never tell... I was with him last Thursday and last Saturday...then he came over on Sunday and stayed...and he lingered through toussled sheets Monday night. Last night we watched a movie at his crib and when I fell asleep he shut everything down --- I woke up with a startle around 2am and said,"I should go home..." He shook his head and murmured,"Nnnh Nnnh..." I asked,"are you saying don't go..." He said,"Don't go...stay..." So I did.

Does quantity of time spent equivocate quality? In this case yes. How can his smile hold so constant? How can ONE person hold such determination in all aspects of everything? How can his passions be void of anger? My passions are tinged with retaliation and revenge. I said something fucked up before I left and all he did was pull me close and say,"...Do me a favor..." I said,"Hmmn?" He continued,"On this journey that we are taking, think WITH me - not FOR me." I just nodded and said okay. I let myself out into the dark morning light and 37 degree weather.

Such goodness kind of gives me sadness...

It was a long drive home alone with my thoughts.

...on the other nonstop...

They are still coming at me...from all angles...it's not really that funny anymore. But you know...it is what it is. Once I set myself free I put myself in the craziest jungle of all. The dating jungle. I suppose other women would be happy with all this attention, scrambling, winking, puffing up, calling, last minute texts of desperation and panic, cool talk and hot looks, homie versus homie to get "the sauce," plus posturing and all that to get my attention. But do you know what it's like to go through it? I hope you never do. It's like finding a needle in a haystack with butter covered hands...with no soap and water in sight for miles and miles.

I'll just continue to dream with my eyes open.

17 Dec 2006: Kinna...

...Kinna Bomblette...

Same premise on the Bomblettes...

I slice up the stuff - and you call what you want on it. I made Grimey French Toast (a must have)...roasted potatoes with bellpepper and garlic and a bit of smoked turkey...and at the last minute I threw in a salsa and green onion quesadilla. Everyone was happy with it...But my friends are not those who complain. A few people didn't make it coz we did a last minute location change and some people were just too busy. It's okay this is a repeat brunch...so no worries.

Sorry April - I threw the Anti You Bomblette in the trash - it looked weird.

I'm also starting to schedule other foodie gigs so stay posted...

Hey Wendy, what's with all the brown folks in your kitchen!

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We all sat around for the greater part of the afternoon - and Mateo even came by - he's quite the character and way too fun.

...Kinna Weird...

I really don't know what to make of all these choices that are constantly being presented in front of me. I really don't know why so many choices are being allotted to me. I really don't know why my life seems to have a gravitational pull of it's own. I really don't know why kisses burn and confessions of emotion almost hurt. I really don't know why this is becoming a situation of hilarity. I shouldn't laugh. But I can't help it.

...Kinna Scary...

I don't like it when people ask me if I'm "Saucy from Myspace..." Some people do it and it's cool, some people do it and it's not so cool. Also, the last few times I'm out, people have called that they've seen me here or there and they mention what I was wearing or what I was doing - and oh maybe they should have talked to me more. ??? I dunno. Funny thing is I didn't even go out that much this week coz someone has managed to get a bit of my time. "But when you like someone you make time..." He's right. It is only what it is...

...Kinna Dope...

So after a restless night of sleep and cooking all day, I was off again.

UM threw this jazz fusion thing of local artists at the Loft tonight. It was amazing to see genuine jamming on that level. It's great to hear all that energy swirling from people who usually don't play on that scheme. The crowd was in a fabulous mood and it was all movement and smiles and grins. It ended up just being Mateo and I convoying over there coz Wendy had stuff to handle at home. I miss my WL when I'm not with her.

I ran into Jules - who gave me a hug and I said take a picture with me fool since I never see you. He had paint on his hands and all. The last time I saw this guy he was tellin' me I made the taco meat too hot and to put some celery in it. You are fired for that Jules - but you are still the painterly homie - Otay?

I also ran into Joe whom I met from Diosa. Everytime I see that dude I get confused - coz he really changes his look up. I like how he really gets involved in conversations and pays deep attention and what he retorts is sensical and smiling. I like conversational people. They are rare.

At least people who have good shit to say.

Girls - I told you don't make eye contact with those dudes. Making eye contact is the kiss of death...

Just do like me and straight ignore them. Just throw a look of disgust and turn your entire body away before he can even finish the sentence.

...Kinna Sleepy...

I'm off to bed now. Tomorrow is a slumber party - and I think I'm actually gonna sleep for once. . Maybe.

16 Dec 2006: How...

When you are parched and given a choice of what should touch your lips... How would you choose... Which would you choose... A cool glass of water --- glistening in the sun... A hot cup of coffee --- still, dark and tempting... A sultry sweet scented fruit --- ripened in far away places... Would you choose? Or take all three? Such choices should not be left to me...

15 Dec 2006: Well...

They don't call it the blunt club for nuthin...

Bwaaa hahahha. I love this new life --- it's so free...

me and the fabulous WL - at it again...

Quittit...no blinking...

Always the Sexy one - that WL...

Bwaa hahahahhah.

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...face pain...

Wendy and J***** make me smile so much my cheekbones actually kinna hurt tonight. It was nice to kick it and hang out - Wendy drove and it was all good. I hammered out a fairly hard day then kicked it at the WL crib and made an impromptu rice bowl for them. It's so chill at her joint...It's always laughter and energy and happiness... Then we hung out with Kiefer and everyone got ready to go out. Damn fabulous - we swooped J***** and hung out at the blunt for a couple hours. Drank a little, 'moked a little, chatted lots of folks up.

Line of the night: Dude walks up to me while I'm sitting with one leg crossed over the other - he gives me a head to toe inspection and then straightens up and says,"That...all that can go around the world..."

Bwaaaaaaaa hahahhaha

He noticed that people noticed and that I know quite a few people. I didn't notice anything I was on a good one. But lately when am I not on a good one??? All the conversation was easy and good and I was ever so happy to bump into Miss Bess and the Fabulosa Megster. Then we left --- coz we were all tired after such long days. A quick stop for squares and munchies but when we got to Wendy's I was on a good one and decided to make Grimey Toast and a Bomblette with onion turkey and mozarrella. J***** says I was just showing off and trying to tempt him through his stomach. Boy...if I wanted to tempt you with my culinary ska ska skills...you would know. I've got a full arsenal and I haven't even put the socks on my hands to load the bullets into the weapon - feel me? When I wanna tempt you with my culinary taunting - you will feel it - All the way and every way. Then he taunted me and said you are breaking a rule. I said no i'm not I'm cookin' in Wendy's house. He laughed.

The reaction over the food always tickles me. I'm sure WL will have food porn pictures soon but no worries no rush. They say I make it look so easy and stuff...do I? He told me I'm talented...am I? Naw it's just makin' people you care about happy. It's amazing how quickly time passes when you are around people who make you so happy.

Each day brings something new...

13 Dec 2006: Buggin' Out, Holdin' Out, Laughin' Out...Loud.

...Buggin' Out...

I got 2 phone calls last night from the cat who previously held title on "best date ever" that is - until WENDY LEE knocked his ass out the game. He called to let me know that he was stayin' updated on my blogs and felt jealousy when seeing photos of other men with their arms around me...

WUT?

At first stroke my ego was feelin' kind of inflated. Then I just couldn't wrap my head around it...this cat repeatedly saying that he was attracted to me and thinking that would sway any of my current behaviors. I mean he IS foine and shit, but I'm over that. Look Man...I'm the girl about town and I'm not spoken for. I'm doing what I do and I'm welcome where I go. Nothing any man does will sway me with the exception of my brothers and my father. Unfortunately for this cat - he's just a distant blog of the past. I do not want to hear that shit - I don't want any further spewings on my beauty and my brains and my sex appeal and the remnants of whatever chemistry we had. It's over. You were cut then you fell off.

...Holdin' Out...

So --- J*****'s discipline and control are bottomless. Ain't that something. I suppose some men think that if they flex their mind and go head muscle to head muscle with me it might mean something. I suppose some men think if they get you here **tappin temple**...then everything else will fall into place including the ass. But you aren't getting anything if I'm actually participating partially. It's not to be got if it's kind of given. We'll see how the breakfast in bed date goes on Sunday.

However, as deep as his patience is, I have NONE.

Beware of the game you play - your calculated insanity may cost you. Cost you the glint in my eye, my low laugh and the fire in my belly.

...Laughin' Out---Loud...

April is hella funny for ALL that...I'mma say this - she's one of my best girls and entertains herself in the funniest ways and then reads it even funnier. My girl is sittin in a 3 story crib in a great bay hood - keep playin' - coz all she's got is time and money...keep fuckin' around and her ass will be in the desert again - like I said,"don't play with mothuhfuckas who can afford plane fare..." Besides, Kuya is playin' on her team. If you really wanna play kickball with her and shit - bring your helmet Forrest Gump.

...Fallin' Out...

Someone very close to me made a sad admission - and I became INFURIATED. He said that he misses the girl he first met, the one full of optimism and blind faith...the girl that believed in Love. He continued and told me you just aren't the same. I agreed with him and added,"I will never be the same and I'm glad that the naivete was lifted off my shoulders and now I know that 99.9% of people in the world don't deserve SHIT, much less LOVE." I told him flat out,"That bitch is dead...and she's never coming back." He said I know. I said then stop bringing it up...He said I can't help it...I think of her and how she's gone and I want to mourn. I said," well MOURN and put flowers on her grave - but she is gone like a destroyed stainglass window. " I also told him that I wanted no further talk of it.

In the saddest voice he said,"...but she's the girl I fell for..." I said in a monotone,"...I'm sorry for your loss..."

We've been through some shit...but we might not make it through this.

... Blockin' Out...

I've been daydreaming a lot lately about far away cities and the scent of good bookstores and handmade leather journals. It's time for my boots to touch foreign concrete. It's just a matter of time.

12 Dec 2006: Low Carb Blog - a la Alfie Steez

In the style of Miss Alfie - this will be my shortest blog ever...

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...just build just glide with you...

He doesn't need a frame - coz he really gets the picture.

11 Dec 2006: He Just....wanted Ziti?

He just said...well...J***** said what needed to be said...

Even though it's the brutal truth...it's also painfully sweet...

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...on Ziti Dinner...

I made a lot of food. I also forgot my digi cam. It was a fun night - well shit of course it was a fun night, any night with Empress Wendy is always full of laughter and light. Wendy was kind enough to send me the food porn. I've never seen a food photo setting until i saw Wendy's cam!!!

It's funny, normally I'm allergic to cats - but I wasn't allergic to Tim's Whooten and I'm not allergic to Wendy's babies. Poor little miao miao's were confused coz i overtook the kitchen...Although I have to say - that launching onto the fridge and the potatoes falling on boy Miao was slow motion comic. Don't think he didn't glare at that sack of potatoes for the rest of the night coz his ass did!

Wendy is a great hostess - even remembering hors d'ouerves...I never futz with hors d'ouerves. Although there's no picture of the crudite...

Wendy couldn't get over the size of my pot...I said oh this is my small one. She's like what - LAAAADY!!! Bwaa hahha.

Cheesy Toast Pre Bake and Baked

Garlic Parmesan Green Onion Meatballs...WUT!

Broccolli Casserole and Ziti - Prebake and Baked

...thanks April...

for the laugh. the whole room laughed and I only wish you were there.

...other thanks...

So the Empress and I were sitting on the back patio in her fabulous chairs and J***** calls - and he sounds mad tired. He's like how'd your dinner go - I said oh it's still happening. He's like ummm where you at? I said Mesa. He said hmmm...would you bring me a plate? I said wut...and laughed. I said maybe, if you ask super uber nice - and he threw sugar on it and i still laughed. He said what are you doing - I said kicking it with Wendy on the patio...He's like is she right there? I said yes...He said let me holla at her for a second. I handed her the phone with a puzzled look on my face...So they spoke for awhile and I killed my square.

So she closes the call and says all right. She handed me the phone and said you should bring Mr J***** a plate. I was like HUH! She nods and goes back inside handing over the phone grinning at me. I get on the phone and told him I dunno what you told Wendy but she's a hard vote to get. He's like so you'll bring me a plate...I said FINE. I'll leave in about 20 minutes.

Wendy told me that he thanked her for takin' me out to the Talib Kweli show coz he got to meet me and talk to me. Then he thanked her for puttin perspective on his side of it when i got aggro that one day. I did hear Wendy say,"well, if I send her there with a plate you better keep the lady entertained." And then there was talk of me reducing him to a booty call and how he wasn't hearing that shit. I'm not reducing anyone to anything - we haven't even done it!!!!

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...on cool...

As exciting as everything is it's cool. J***** and J** loved the Ziti, the broccolli and the cheesy toast. Hahaha. I told J** I only cook for my friends these days - so yanno, you are both lucky that Wendy had an event at her house. He said well - I'm never gonna stop being your friend.

J***** told me I have magic hands. That I am one of the few people who genuinely creates things and somehow everything I touch becomes good and gold. I said don't you think that's an overstatement? He looked at me with his face close to mine and his pale hazel eyes flashed saying,"no..."

He asked me a lot of questions last night. Why I changed careers? Why I selectively forget people of the past? What else do I want to do? How do I make time for everything? How do I maintain friendships on the level I do? Then he asked me a question about Dad...and I answered him and I was truthful about my fathers good qualities and shortcomings. I also said."they are our fathers and they are set in their ways, it's not our place to ask for change." He nodded and I put my head on the pillow coz I was getting tired and the coffee was wearing off...He smiled and touched my face and said,"you are a little girl inside..." I said what! He said,"...you can see it in your eyes and how you smile." I just laughed.

"Meeting you is meeting what a real woman is. It's completely changed the way I look at things and I'm not going to fuck this up..."

'nuff said.

He normally leaves for work around 8. He didn't leave today until 10. He decided that we needed a little more sleep. He certainly works more hours than me but I have a more consistent nightlife. I don't know how he's managed to see me 7 times in 10 days - but he has.

Impressive. Has he convinced me to see him? Or did I let him?

His eyes are as predatory as the fangs behind my smile.

This will get interesting.

10 Dec 2006: 'on a need to know basis..." a Fortoul Gig

...on door charge...

You know this has been on my mind for a couple years - and I'm gonna say it. In the Phoenix Metro Area the door charge is normally 5 bucks. Some nights it is 7 or 10. Where I'm from that ain't jack shit. Where I'm from it's normally 25 at the door and 50 if you are ugly. Tonight I was at the door for part of the night with Laura and Megs. I could not believe that people were actually shocked/indignant/surprised that they had to pay 5 bucks. Oh PLEASE. I happen to be on the guestlist although I never asked to be put on. There are many gigs I go to where I do not ask to be put on the guestlist even though I know it could be done. You know why? Because if you support - you also support the door - just showin' your ass up is not supporting...especially when it is almost always 5 bucks.

People gotta make money - THINK about it, it's their business.

...on Keepin' company with the Fortouls...

so I got ready and left the house...even took a pic for Meesh...

I haven't driven around the downtown area for a minute coz all that construction makes me hella leery. Of course the girls were at the door and we chopped it up for a minute with intermittent socializing and traipsing about. The brickhouse looks a little different now...I dunno. I think the last time I was there Grouch played.

oh James...I see you everywhere. I should really learn to open my eyes.

I'm such a dork.

Sarah, the Megster and I...

Laura, dj Sucio Smash, me and Isaac

This one's for you April...dj Sucio Smash and Me

He's a really cool cat - hella chill, down to earth and on the move. His set was dope - but i'm a funk junkie and that just makes me all happy...

Megster kissin' security...

Me and Bobbito...my plaid --- his plaid...ahhh yes...

...I've said this before and I'll say this again...I genuinely enjoy being around the Fortoul brothers, their "posse" and anyone whom they associate with. They are true gentleman within and without which i just adore. They are also businessmen engulfed in art - which I respect. If it is within my schedule and energy to do it, I am ecstatic to go....

I look forward to any future gigs...big or small. I'm one of your biggest fans boys - and I'm so proud to be the Girl Homie Galore!!!

...on walks to the car...

Thanks Rahshad for walking me to my car coz i'm a bit whino-phobic, and for leading me to the I-10 coz I was a bit loopy tired. You're the best.

09 Dec 2006: It's not just that...

He's got good timing and luck....So I hung out with J***** and J** again last night. I'd had a bad day...he smoothed my hair and said we all have them baby...try to relax. So I watched a flick and smoked a little over a movie that I'd never seen. I listened to them crack on some funny shit on tv, laughed til our eyes teared up and just relaxed. Good shit.

I fell asleep this time and jarred awake.

So this is what it's like to have a battle of wills in your waking hours. To go close up smile versus close up smile and then fall together until your breathing has rhythmic similarity? How much patience is in that deep soul of yours? That sleepy scent isn't so cloying anymore and neither is your instep resting on my calf. How can you possibly wake up smiling when the alarm rang so early.

"no, stay in bed"

He shaves and I tilt my head and watch him. He catches me looking and smiles at me reflectorily. I wave and knock out again. He would stop periodically and come to brush my hair out of my face or to give me a kiss or to run his hand down the back of my leg. Apres shower he sat in bed and we talked a bit more affectionately. He wants to see "where i'm at...and take his time figuring me out..." **shrugs** There's not much to figure out - anyone can ask me and I'll telll them. It's not hard.

I'm a little miffed by such patience...perhaps he's different, maybe not.

"it's not just f******, it's about more than that"

"it's not just how you look but how you are"

"it's your brains and how you think"

"it's your eyes and how they fire and plot"

"it's your cheeks so sweet and inviting"

"it's you..."

08 Dec 2006: The Who, the Wut, The When, The Where, The Why, The How

Whew...Just got home. Hecka Pooped - It's been a crazy week. Full of work and play and seduction and my own wordetry and artistry. You know those wake up calls are almost familiar to me now. Almost. My clothes are scented with cologne and my sleepy dreams are being invaded. I don't like it. Here we go - I'll do my best to recap the last 24 hours.

...the Who...

I left the house for work today a bit bleary. I've been having some very late nights and happy distractions so I'll admit - I was daydreaming. I was going with the flow of traffic and didn't think anything of it. Then a police officer on a motorcycle pulled me over. I said,"is there a problem..." He gives me his serious face,"what do you think the problem is..." I simply said,"I was going with the flow of traffic sir..." He laughs and says and how fast do you think you were driving???" I shrug and say," I was in 4th gear so maybe 7 miles over..." He asks in disbelief,"you think you were doin 42?" I nod and say,"yup" He flips the little radar gun over and the magic number is 62. I look up at him with my Hello Kitty Face and go no way...that thing should be calibrated. He laughed!!! Long story short - he let me go sayin' only this,"get out of here kid, and be safe."

Who would have thunk?

...The Wut...

detail:

I hate to let her go. It's actually one of my favourites.

But it's time.

So I'm putt putt putting along in my car and my phone rings. It's my sister Keyla - she says hey - I say what's up..she said you know your painting hugis? I say Yah... she says, well Xtina wants to buy it. I say well it's a diptych...and she says ok - so we figure out the numbers based on a commission I did for Melissa's now fiance and it's a done deal. I sold a painting driving down the freeway. Bwaa hahahha. How many people make money rollin' in a drop top. WUT.

...the When...

So I was workin' through the day. Everything was very clear cut and no surprises....I was kinna butthurt though coz I really wanted to see Grime and Public Enemy on Broadway. But it was just not happening - I had a lot of stuff stacked and there was no delaying work. Then I get a text from Signorino Grimey before 8 sayin' they were gonna perform at the Blunt!!! Whatttttt. Crazy shit. So I finish up a cake for a black and gold party and another - run to the Biltmore real quick to make sure the cake is all good. I see the girls there and I'm sooooo happy to see Lupita, Marilu and Carla - they haven't seen me in like 6 weeks and they were freakin' out. They are like OMG - what the hell - being single is makin' you dangerous. hahaha. They called me their heroine - huh?

I told them I'd see them before Christmas and that I love them. Then I hit the drive thru ATM, pulled a couple notes and hit the 202. It was already past 10 by then and I was really dreading that there might be a line at blunteezy - but....there wasn't at all.

...The Where..

Thankfully, I got there right on time. Perfect timing actually - coz there were still parking spaces in the main lot. This was the first time I saw Grime perform and I loved it. He has this symbiotic magnetism with the crowd - but I'll talk about it another time. I got smooshed during the first 6 Public Enemy Songs so I have no pics of them. I've been so busy the last couple thursdays - I haven't had a chance to go - and I'm still fighting a cold right now - but here it is.

The night always starts with Wendy...Effin' Fabulous

Lucky Skip gets to be the meat again...

I gotta open my eyes more often. Sika is always fresh and Dumper moves to fast...for my little drunken finger to push the button.

Miss Krystal...Holla with your new Steez...

Finally got that pic with Crash - nice Cameo A-run...

Okay A-run you can have your own...

Paulski aka Gnez...you make the best faces ever! See you on Sunday - whereupon I will pay for my custom turtle painting and you will also have ziti and lots of wine with all of us.

Mattx is on some Guerilla shit - check out Jarrod in the back

Alex...Sauce...I've missed you forever and ever and I haven't even seen you since Kill Grill was held at the old Homie Hideout. Everytime I see you it's just smiles and hugs and cheffery...When you get to the Ziti Gig - you will do no cooking...you will just do eating and drinking...k?

Omg!!! Girls - Finally. damnnit.

Slumber Party at your house on Friday so we roll together on Saturday

Go to the Fortoul Gig " On a need to know basis" Brickhouse 9pm Sat.

or ELSE, I'm comin' for yo asses with a knife...okay - i'm bad at the mad face crap...I'll stick to my smiley face...

Laura you drunkie!!! How you gonna cut of Bobby with his Dub.

Bobby-ito - I owe you ONE pineapple cheesecake - ya heard? Yah these guys right here - throwin' the best damn party ever - better see your asses at the Brickhouse this Saturday @ 9pm. DJ Sucio - yanno!

Drunkies are not allowed to hold the camera anymore...

I think this is better...with Isaac and Bobby in deep conversation back there. bwaa hahhaha

How come Wendy Calls you Matteo...

Ps) I'm so down for muay thai...

Fabulously/Sadly - the night always ends with Wendy:

I dunno who that dude is though.

...Erm...thank you Hydacious and Diosa for always bein' cool as shit...thank you Baron for walkin' me to my car after dude with the word "crack" in his name holla-ed at me. Uh, how's that cat gonna be like you walk like your the shit...I said that's my natural stroll fool. Then he asked for a hug - do thugs need hugs?

...The Why...

Why are we having Sunday Dinner at Wendy's? Coz we can and coz I told Grime so. So this is the deal - if you have issues such as pork or beef you better talk to me or Wendy now. Ziti Dinner is this Sunday - between 8 - 9pm. I will also be making a broccoli casserole coz Wendy needs her fiber - bwaa hahahha. I hope to see Tone and Drew there - ya heard. If anyone wants to bring anything...let us know. It's gonna be fun...

...the rest of Why...

Why not feast together all the time. My drive by cheffing is welcome by my friends and I love being around you all. It's so nice to laugh and chill and eat but not in a club setting. So...here's the next 2...

Sat, December 16: Gya's 2nd Bomblette Brunch...noonish

Sat, January 06: Miss V's Gangsta noodle Bowl feast...noonish

Just watch my calendar...and hope you are invited. But if you're cool with everyone and cool with me then just bring your ass on. However, if you have crossed me or have been cut from my life know that you will NEVER eat anything that comes from my hands. These hands only make food and wordetry out of love. There is no room for taint.

...on the How...

How is it possible to have your plate so full that there is enough to share. How is it possible that I forgot how fun shows are. How is it possible that it is in my ear, in my eyes, on paper, in text messages, on my voicemail, in the leery eyes of strangers, even in those cut and discarded. Everything is so clear yet it is becoming unreal. Sometimes, I'll be working on something or sitting quietly and I have an urge to laugh - it's all sheer insanity - and the funny thing is - hahha...the funny thing is...

Nevermind...that's another story...