BOWLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

2007-02-05T10:43:00.000-08:00

Superbowlin, that is. Go Colts! lol

Check out the kid.

2007-02-01T12:03:00.000-08:00

http://www.sendspace.com/file/xhpl3j

Hopefully you all can get this.

MANY THANKS FOR BALLIN'

2007-01-22T13:52:00.000-08:00

For those that made it and those that didn't...thank you for helping me celebrate another FABULOUS year to come. A few pics to remind you of my special day. I love you all...ballin'! Thanks for celebrating ME! XOXO!

Brand New Orleans...??? (For Noodle and Bates)

2007-01-22T06:55:00.000-08:00

In a fleeting moment of time the dreams of Saints fans were crushed. (Saints fans and those just emotionally connected to the spirit and heart of the city). As if the miracle of overcoming the damage of Hurricane Katrina wasn't enough, N.O. showed the hutzpah it takes to stare disaster in the face and say, "Hit me with your best shot!" Well it took the shot of Katrina. It took the shot of not having the funds to rebuild as fast as would be convenient to residents. Through all the frustration, and the seemingly insurmountable adversity facing them, the city somehow managed to get the Superdome in conditions suitable to bring some life and economy back to the city. And the Saints did not disappoint; scratching and clawing all the way into the NFC play-offs. Although the fantasy was short-lived, it has inspired the city. They play a 2nd line in victory, they play a 2nd line in defeat. The heart of N.O. is alive, they are the pulse of the nation. They portray what America was supposed to be all about: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut they got their asses kicked. Regroup and come back harder next year. Oh and on behalf of family ties in the bayou...'F*CK DAAAAAAAAAA BEARS!' lol

Team-Ballin Annuals??!!??!!

2007-01-19T08:25:00.000-08:00

Sooooo me and Randi were brainstorming again...what does an Annual Team Ballin trip sound like? Miami, or somewhere cheap, or we can go international for you real Ballers. Whats good?

Break up - to make up - to leave

2007-01-17T08:14:00.000-08:00

If indeed it was to be, it is no more.
The idea of a future is the past,
and the present presents new options.
And as she sips this concoction, she rests assured it'll be ok.
Their subconscious is alive.
Purely kissed, surely missed.
They begin to undress.
Ripping off clothes with unrest.
His body is needy, her lips are insatiable.
Its a hot f*ck love fest, and all desires are invited.
Hands on the wall, she glances back and opens her treasure
Holding him hostage until he erupts in pleasure.
Its warm, its creamy, it hurts, she feels it.
She waves goodbye, and disguises the cry.
They know its over.

2007-01-10T07:51:00.000-08:00

Randi had an idea to do another bowling night. How's everyone looking for 1/18...
meeting around 8:30 or 9pm? Thats a thursday night. Its a bowling / nat & bridge
bday celebration. Lets make it happen.

Dilemma?

2007-01-08T09:02:00.000-08:00

Fallen/The Homie? Fallen/The Homie? ...

I had to make a choice and make it quick, right? WRONG...Friends over skins was the easy pick for me. Especially when The Homie keeps sh*t drama free. I can lay in the bed and not have to hold The Homie. We laugh, we kick it, we break bread, we almost get loose-lipped in front of The Other Girl, lol. *whistle*

Free advice..."take care of home!" lol and laugh when you get asked to choose.

OK COME ON LET'S BALL

2007-01-05T11:51:00.000-08:00

J mentioned that it is now January 5th and we, Team Ballin, have yet to celebrate the New Year together. I best see all yall on Sunday and/or Monday for Sunday dinner and I LOVE NEW YORK. Can't wait.

2006-12-21T17:49:00.000-08:00

BRAAAVVEEHEEAAARRRTTTT

2006-12-20T10:44:00.000-08:00

So being in the industry there are far and few between festive occassions where the typical sneaker and jean clad peeps put on formal threads to party the night away. Nas stepped his game up and threw a fab party at Capitale on Monday. The night was alot of fun. All of you near and dear to me (which is everyone on Team Ballin) knows that my figure is no testament to my love for food. I planted myself at the carmel and white chocolate fountains and even after I spilled carmel on the dress, I cleaned up and returned to get more marshmellows. I know real greedy. Glad I was able to convince LL/Beyonce B'Day to come last minute. It was holiday party...the sequel. Thanks Nas.

Gotta love Harold's

2006-12-18T08:51:00.000-08:00

So I don't know how to post YouTube's so please go to the link.
This is for my Chi-town peeps (Coodie and Leigh) in particular, but also for you Mr. Chicken Noodle. I love you Windy City peeps. Props to my l.s. Tiff for puttin me on game.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkVOAWw9yfc&eurl=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkVOAWw9yfc&eurl

Christmas Time is heeeere

2006-12-08T14:02:00.000-08:00

Ballllliiinnnnnnnnn!

Somewhere in the middle of the day I went from jokingly scheming about trying to get in to the MTV Holiday Party to being dead serious about it. I hit up Drunker, he hustled an invite for himself but is no help. Called fav, no luck. Emailed all my old co-workers, no help coming from anywhere. I'm slightly daunted but not completely deterred. Around six, I hit up missbridge. We decide we're just gonna go with it and make it happen. I'm feeling pretty positive so hey nothing to lose. I hop a cab ( a grumpy one mind you) swing by and grab MissB and we head down to the Cutting Room for an artist showcase for some French chick named Ayo on Interscope who sounds like Lauren Hill meets India Arie with an accent. She's cute, but clearly striken with the flu. A true performer she sings about 4 songs, in between blowing her nose, taking nasal decongestants, and drinking water. Poor thing. I like her, but she's got these real sad acoustic songs going and it's totally downing my mood. The free glasses of wine help, but I'm starting fall asleep. I keep myself awake by guilting Lights about not inviting people to his performance, and humoring the White business man who's telling me I'm addicted to my bberry. It's over around 9 and we decide to head towards the party. Ok the scheming starts...I hit up Shaheem, Rahman and Sway, they're uptown at some ghetto mixtape something or other, on the way in 15. A few minutes later Me and MissB are outside the Hammerstein scouting the scene. It doesn't look good. They're scanning tickets to make sure they're not counterfeit and checking ids. I don't have a ticket or an ID...but for some reason I'm still sure I can make this work. B goes in...she hits me from the inside, "the outlook is bleek," just then I get an email from my old Producer, who is also on-air talent, "can u believe I couldn't get in to the Christmas party???" Now I'm a lil shook. I wrench around to the Hotel Lobby to get warm and regroup. Hittin Fav, Sha and them...they're on the way. Rahman thinks Sway can get me in...but he may not go...BOOOOOOO, come sway help a sister out. B calls, shes in the pit alone and not having fun...she says shes gonna call it, and head home. Of course the free cars are outside so I come trecking around the corner to join her...As I'm walking some man tries to get me roped up in to some type of Vonage like sales scheme, but I can't even hear him talking to me cause I'm so focused on getting in to this party. I walk up to Bridge, we make like we're standing in the taxi line when I realize we're standing past the ticket check point. A security guard outside starts flirting with us and now I know I'm in. "You should wait inside," he says, "it's cold." I chime in, "well we were gonna leave, but OUR co workers are on the way, so now we might stay"...a lil small talk, wink and nod, and B says, "I think we are gonna go wait inside." Thats it, we're in, we get stopped 2 more times in the lobby and we casually say, "we were in already" a couple people look like they don't believe us, but there's no stopping us now. "We did it!" I'm ecstatic. Let the party begin. Me and Bridge run the building, we have a shot, we have drinks and more drinks. I run in to my whole dept from Vh1, I'm having a blast!!!! Rahman, Sha and Sway join soon, eventually I find my fav, who is wasted! I love the MTV Holiday Party... By midnight I'm toasted, and Snoopy keeps hitting me about getting in...I told him the hustle and what feels like 10 minutes later I bump in to him and Drunker by the door. Jeez they're late, (see SINGIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN for details), but they're happy to be in the spot...the party is starting to break up but we run the room a lil longer before piling in to a car and heading uptown. I'm am a very drunk but very happy girl...Now who doubted us? Me and Miss B unstoppable!
I love it!
It's the most wonderful time of the year!!!!!

SINGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!

2006-12-08T06:24:00.000-08:00

"I feel like I'm getting sick. Tonight's not gonna be a good night." This is all I could think leaving Bible Study on my way to the Sugar Bar. I put my stuff down, it's extra quiet. Not as lively...which to me is a good thing. I can be mediocre tonight, and no one will care. GREAT! Buuuuuuuut seems like people had other plans. Miss Bloginaire walks in. It's good to see a familiar face. I'm getting massive texts about my delinquency inviting the team to come support me. Sh*t, I'm in the doghouse. Let me grab a drink. "I'll have a glass of Jack; neat please." Its going down smooth, but has some kick to it. I can feel my voice warming up tho, and thats a good sign, because Denise Rich and Jacob the Jeweler just walked in the door. "Oh sh*t." Snoop, Kurt, Karen and me all do a double take. As it were, the night was only just beginning to show its face full of high powered execs in the music and entertainment world. I had no clue of what song I was singing, until John Legend's album started playing. I grabbed the bassist, who had NO knowledge of the song, and basically we learned this song on the fly. In a minor rehearsal, it sounded at best, decent. "No problem, I can flip it once I'm back up on stage," I say to myself. Shortly after having the house dj play the song about 3 times, I hear my name. "Jamie...come here for a second." Its obvious Snoop has something important to tell me, because his face is playful as always yet serious. "Dude look over my shoulder," he says. Who do I see sitting there...? 'Joseph', his kids call him. We simply know him as the prototype for parents who drive their kids to greatness...Joe Jackson. Yooooooo Micahel Jackson's pops is gonna see me sing tonight. lol This ish is crazy. My 'support' gave me a pep talk. "Dude you can't sing that song, sing some Donny man, you gotta really kill it tonite!" I listened, but opted to do what I do best, ME. OMG did it take f*ckin forever for them to call me up. We were almost at the point of leaving when they finally did. Music starts, I'm ready...I feel GOOD. "Lets go to the paaaaaark. I wanna kiss you underneath the stars..." The songs going well for an off the cusp rendition. As critical as I am, this was actually one of my better performances. I wanted to thank my people for coming out. And I'll try not to neglect an invite next time. Noodle, man you missed it, g...next time tho.

CORRECTION (to vito post)

2006-12-07T13:36:00.000-08:00

I wish i could take credit for starting the blog but is was actually bridgets idea, i just executed it, however great post anyways HOV...lol

RUBY DEE IS TRYING TO DESTROY ME!!!!!

2006-12-06T15:47:00.000-08:00

Some Kind of Funny...Jaime Foxx is a fool! (chike fix it, its sooo funny)

2006-12-06T11:03:00.000-08:00

By sheer happenstance and mere coincidence

2006-12-06T07:57:00.000-08:00

Seems like only yesterday...a few guys a few gals, enjoying a few drinks. 'Uptown Saturday Night' we called it. Bloginaire and The Mongoose engaging us with tales of their day as honorary Dip-Set members. The needle hits the record and the song, that has now become our crew anthem and motto, sets shit off. Hear the refrain, "Baaalliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin." Its obvious the DJ recognizes our immediate attachment to the song. He replays it. "I wear a mean dark pair of shades...," another refrain, "BAALLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" The sound rises electric in the air. At this point the whole place respects our gangsta, the DJ plays it yet again. "BAALLIIIIIIIIIN!" We laugh, we drink, we flirt, we converse, we scheme...but its all love. As if being a creative genius wasn't enough, Chicken Noodle proposes we start a blog. Without hesitation Miss Bridge, in that distinct Miss Bridge voice, seconds the motion, and the thought catches like wild fire. Team Ballin...crew birthed from the cities of NO, "The Crib", ATL, NJ, VA and a myriad of other places. Seed planted in the heart of NYC, and in the process of spreading across the country, maybe around the world. Funny how the smallest ripple can create the biggest wave in the ocean. We have only but to thank Jim Jones for brining us a little closer, and ourselves for being so f*ckin fabulous. Love my crew, Love my team.

Let's keep Baaaalliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!

Vito---------------> out!

From Across the Room

2006-12-04T07:56:00.000-08:00

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
You need a window wash, you're trying to hide it all.
I DO see you looking though.
I acknowledge with a wink of my own.
Our brainwaves are on the same page,
Sending these messages of interest through the matrix.
I hate it that we can't talk, but you know the situation.
She's standing right here. How 'bout some non-verbal conversation?

I chose to name you the Rose in my Secret Garden.

So I only look, feeling like a crook

Stealing a glance of that ass when you dance.

That sexy smile. I dig your sexy style.

Talking dirty to your cleavage for a while.

This conversation is too good to close my eyes and fantasize.

So what am I to do? Can't take my eyes off you.

I keep staring, comparing this to a dream

that I had the other night when I was "bursting at the seams".

I wanna light your fire, that water can't extinguish

Put my tongue on your sh*t, teach you some body language.

Kiss you here, kiss you there, make it nice and wet

You gotta standing ovation, can you 'see' it yet?

We do the once over in almost perfect syncapation

If looks could kill I need your mouth-to-mouth recuscitation.

I know, it's all in my head, but it feels so real.

We made it hot from across the room

We gotta stop from across the room

I see a lot from across the room

What is, is not from across the room

I love the way we flirt from across the room

Mmm I'm up your skirt from across the room

Our lips never move from across the room

But its an understood groove from across the room

Let's take a chance from cross the room

We got romance from across the room

Yeaaaaah I wanna touch it from across the room

Then I'm interrupted from across the room

I look to my left, and see another thief in theft

Your man is checking out my girl from across the room.

WOOOOOOOWWWW! Brooklyn!!!!

2006-11-29T11:19:00.000-08:00

check this out

2006-11-27T14:12:00.000-08:00

There is plenty of sleep in the grave

2006-11-26T19:07:00.000-08:00

I need to get my hands on this shirt....lol...sleep is the cousin of death..craaaaaaazy

LOL Happy Thanksgiving TEAM Baaaaallin

2006-11-23T10:25:00.000-08:00

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

2006-11-22T09:32:00.000-08:00

TURKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!
Yo man all ya'll enjoy the holiday, be safe and keep
baaaalliiiiiiiiiin. Is it safe to say we started a trend
at the Den? Now everyone chimes in with the team.
We were born to shine, lol haha...

keep it tight b*tches.

Goldmember ------>OUT

the answer to the answer (Jamie, don't get me started)

2006-11-21T10:00:00.000-08:00

It's not you that keeps me up at night, because truthfully you haven't caused the hole I seek to fill.
You've merely reopened a wound that goes deeper than the shallowness of our interactions
A separation of body and soul, the moment when you're head stops trusting your heart
You wonder why I keep asking the questions,
I ask for the answers to questions I've longed to know,
why did he hurt me like he did?
He's not you, but I'm still trying to figure him out,
or rather
find out why I wasn't enough to make him stay, why our love wasn't enough to keep him still
and you become only a reminder of lessons learned, a path I've already traveled but some how
couldn't avoid the second time around.
As history repeats, I keep wondering, I keep asking, I keep searching for the answers,
So I ask the questions
you think i already know the answers to
but you don't realize that I stopped trusting my heart when he hurt me
and the baggage claim of my bruised experiences taught me to take men at their words
not at their actions
because he acted like he loved me, and he acted like I was his only,
the first one may have loved me, but I guess he loved her too
and the second one made me number one, but he still had a number two
so you wonder why I ask you the questions,
because you think i know whats true
but the couple things I've come to know in love
is that the only person who really knows the answer
is you.

Sour Taste (Leigh, you asked for it, lol)

2006-11-20T08:44:00.000-08:00

What keeps you up at night crying, aching?
Wishing like a mother wanting nothing but a healthy child
Living for the love as it dies in your arms
filled to the top with every empty promise
Searching in the dark for nonexistent light
What makes someone walk into love blindly and walk out seeing something they wish they hadn't?
If love actually is blind, then a broken heart's eyes should be wide open, clearly seeing what's what.
Your heart is like a fallen angel who once lived in the golden paved streets of Heaven.
They were dropped from being high on love into a lonely hell.
Forcing the hand of life when trying to 'make it happen,' they could have just let it happen.
Needing an answer to a question that only time can tell.
They're spent, trying to make each other believe the deeply rooted doubt in love they both share.
Have their lies been uncovered?
The distance in between their ears makes them feel they're miles apart.
One is wrong for the other's mistakes.
The only willing losers in the game of love that all hearts want to play.

More Ballin'

2006-11-16T14:48:00.000-08:00

Cause three pictures doesnt do the night justice...

JENNIFER HUDSON'S A DREAM

2006-11-16T08:41:00.000-08:00

I had to drop a line to say how brilliant Dreamgirls is. As many, may or may not know, I am a die-hard fan of the stage production. Not only have I seen Jennifer Holliday the original Effie White in it, but I own the original and anniversary soundtracks. Im a Dream stan...lol.
Anyhow, I have been waiting all damn year to see the film and I was not disappointed. Jennifer Hudson is my new fav. She will get an Oscar not just a nomination but the trophy for her performance. You all must check the flick on Christmas day. Kurtwurk is checkin it today so he will vouch later on. There's an early screening in December though....see below.

http://www.nypost.com/seven/11162006/news/nationalnews/the_25_movie_nationalnews_lou_lumenick__________post_movie_critic.htm

HER MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD

2006-11-15T15:44:00.000-08:00

Who would have thought a Kelis concert would end with a whole new dance craze…that’s exactly what Kimmie’s bday turned into. From this point on, Kimmie will be Milkshake in honor of her Stan-like affection towards Kelis. I am no fan of the lady, though, I won’t hate, she has some hot tracks. So, because I love Milkshake I rang my Jive gal pal for a pair of tickets. We arrive at SOBs (mind you I warned folks it is no Capitale rather a small, standing-room only, dark, creepy spot) to an incredibly long line. Thanks to the VIP industry love we are escorted in. Immediately Milkshake and Lil 50 get front and center in front of the stage. Did I mention it is 7pm and the show is supposed to start until “9?” Nat and I retreat for tacos and return to find a neo-soul crowd surrounding Team Ballin’. Sara has joined the posse and asks if she can have my Red Bull, to which the hatin’ neo soul chick asks her friend, “Who Carrys Red Bull In Their Purse,” Lil 50 is rolling her eyes and ready to fight as any G-Unit member would be (ha,) but not forreal. I think its hilarious. A nappy headed chick is trying to de-bo Nat, but Miss Decatur says she ain’t goin no where (her words not mine). LOL. Finally at 9:30 Kelis is up…Nas comes out for Blindfold Me. Milkshake swears it’s the best show in the world. We bounce to Arturos’ I’m irritated because my feet hurt after the 2 plus hours of standing. I rest the pups and we chat over pizza with our newest honorary, Sara. Who is incredibly fierce with her outlook on modeling and acting. Love it! Anyhow, Beyonce B’day or LL as I like to refer to her, phones to say she’s leaving the office and will meet us at Stereo. We split up and a small group of us arrive at Stereo only to see over 100 ugly pales escorted in and we are giving the pass by glance from the doorman. We’re told (mind u a band of beautiful chicks) that only a few of us can be comped and the rest of us will pay. RACISM I yell, to no avail. Chicken Noodle and Kurtwurk/Drunker/Bloggin…whatever his name is are with us now. We decide to head to Home. No wait, no worries, we’re in. As soon as we get to the top of the stairs we see why it was no hassle. A trio of Wall Street types are grinding a little too hard at the bar. Chicken Noodle insists the girl is getting gang raped tonight. A couple is cutting moves so tough, you’d think they were trying out for “So You Think You Can Dance,” But get this…not only is the DJ playing tunes circa 2000, but he has no clue who Jim Jones, the Dips, or “Ballin’” are. After a few drinks and shots, I grab Queen and Nat and we head for an alternative. Nice lady at Cain says we “should” be good. Did I also mention a paparazzi-esque photographer was following us around takin flicks like we were Angelina and Brad? (junebug.com) Anyhow, Cain is poppin…old school and isnt that…oh hell no…that’s the Asian Dancin chick from the 80’s Smirnoff party last week. We crowd around her yelling…”Go Head,” and an Asian dude gets jealous, he wants some “Go ‘head” love…so he passes his jacket to LL and breaks too. Kurtwurk/Drunker/Bloggin…whatever his name is…starts off the group dances. Chicken Noodle is doing his usual and Milkshake who is completely falling over by now has created a new jig…the chicken noodle with a moonwalk on the side. She’s insisting she can teach Nat and I “I, 2, left/right, she says.” Pure comedy. We bounce after a soul train line, lemon drop shots, and countless other laughs. On the walk to the car, Milkshake breaks down her “new shit” dance at least 5 times. She thanks us, we bounce, Queen has a headache, Bailey wants attention, I want sleep…another night of debauchery Team Ballin’ style…gotta love it. Now everybody say…Chicken Noodle Soup with a Moonwalk on the Side…and Tequila is the Devil, as Milkshake would say.

Everybody say THANKS COODIE!!! (this one's for you)

2006-11-09T08:45:00.000-08:00

(Ok guys this is a double team, Miss Bridge is kicking it off)

So, I’m leaving this GRAMMY panel getting my politic on with entertainment attorneys and the like and decide to call my boy Chicken Noodle…”I’m sure he’s out,” I say to myself. Sure enough, he’s on the way to City Crab to meet John John. So what is supposed to be a small meet-up in actuality is our crew intruding on a 15 deep dinner. Im laughing as I approach the table. In about 10 we’re out and I let the boys know that I have to eat if we’re drinking. So we head to Boston Market, where I take Coodie on a cheap date. Turkey dinners for both of us…Im so happy we didn’t stop at McDonalds. We talk about Once Again and Ivy breaks down “Stereo” to me, but I’m still not feelin it. Done eating…we head to Loft joint. Are we the only ones who didn’t get the memo that this was an 80’s theme jump-off? The bedroom and fridge of 40’s are super live though. I through some of the Now N Laters and Blow Pops in the bag and we do the rounds. DJ yells we gotta a surprise…oh shit…its BIG DADDY KANE. We are all pretty hyped…esp when I hear him do my fav “Warm It Up Kane,” I actually get off the sofa and sidekick long enough to join in. Did I mention that Snoopy didn’t recognize me in his drunken stumpor…and he wouldn’t remove his leather although it was 800 degrees because as he put it “Its part of the ensemble.” Im cracking up…Breezy and LL and Clay Clay come in next…but im ready to bounce…the party is going to Marquee…

(Now I'm picking it up)

We would have been there earlier but after my 23rd straight day in the edit, I decided that if Jay-Z was across the street performing a 10 song set, I'm going to see it. This job is running me in to the ground I deserve a perk or two...so after the edit, I run over to the studio and watch Jay-Z peform about 13 songs actually, (he was caught up) for 106th & Park, loving every second, it was one of the moments when you realize the power of music, and just get really really happy because you get to see and or be a part of it. Gotta love hov...Anyway so yea, it wasn't over til 9 meaning I got home at 9:45 which is why we didn't make it to the party till 11:25, (well that and the cab driver who was ridin dirty and would go over 35 miles an hour). Missbridge is hitting us telling us how lame we are cause we're late, and Chicken Noodle got an attitude talking bout (where y'all at?) My goodness we must be missing out bigtime. We arrive and anxiously enter to what we're expecting to be the jump off, but um it isn't. It's a whole lot of people dressed up like RUN-DMC and Rosie Perez running around. Oh, I'm way to sober for this. To the bar!!!! Free drinks, and keep them coming....back to the table some wierd man picks up my glass and tries to pour a drink in my cup (ew) this party gets wierder by the second. Sky Nellor is on the tables being the WORST as usual. The mood is turning south, we're contemplating making that move right back home, when (insert hero music here) Q-Tip takes over the tables. Yes, the moment we've all been waiting for, or at least I've been waiting for...(I Looooooooooove Tribe Called Quest, like i'm seriously obsessed) "q-tip, I love you, I love you boo" I'm having a serious groupie moment right now...Missbridge is clowning me hard but I don't care, anything for Q.
What? We leaving!!! Aww come on man, I only came to this party for Q-tip....
Coodie says, "Naw we bout go meet some people at Marquee..."
I'm frowning HARD, J-Ivy laughing at me....i'm throwing a slight temper tantrum....
In classic fashion Missbridge pulls her exit move...you know, "ummmm I think I'm going to go home..."
Video girl says, "let's go to Marquee..." I'm outnumbered and dragged out the club kicking and screaming, "Qtip, I LOVE YOU, i love you, i love you....."
BriBri decides to stay behind, like I'll meet you at Marquee, ok, but I've been to Marquee and the door there ain't no punk...I'm leaving with Coodie, he clearly has a plan.
We pile in to the car JIvy and Chicken Noodle try to convince me that this John Legend new shit is a classic (I disagree citing Missbridge and Drunker as cosigners) and start riding when somebody says, "where's Snoop?" uh oh, did we leave him? I hit him up....oops yea we did but somehow when we get to Marquee he's already outside at the door. A middle aged white woman comes to the door, shows Coodie love and we're ushered inside. I have never actually been inside Marquee...wow, it's kind of dope. Lots of white men trying to holla at me, we keep it moving. Make it to a table with lots of middle aged older white people, whatever, someone offers us drinks...
"We have Hennesy, Vodka and Champagne...." Well ok then!
I got my Henny, everyone has a drink, Coodie's working the room and everybody is just chilling...we stand around this little speaker thing just kind of bopping and checking out the scene. Coodie, Video girl and Chicken Noodle are across from me, Snoop running around somewhere, J Ivy is to the right and then I look to my immediate right and realize I don't know the person standing next to me, He turns his head, wait I do know him, oh wow it's Common...
I now have groupie moment number two! I try to keep it cool, as I speak to him briefly (being a total groupie) but oh well I'm drunk and Common is chilling next to me in club...
BriBri finally arrives after I stand outside for 15 minutes waiting for her...though I did make friends with the guys at the door. She arrives, we stay a lil while longer, but soon everybody's ready to go. We leave out, Bribri tries to convince me to stay but I'm over it. Papa Coodie drives everybody home, somehow we start talking about religion (Coodie likes to have really serious conversations in the late drunk hours of the night), I'm starving (as usual) and so is Bri, Coodie denies us food as usual, soon enough we're back in Harlem, I stumble in to my house, and fall fast asleep.

EVERYBODY SAY THANKS COODIE!

Only appropriate if I re-post it for you....lol..great find YAZ

2006-11-08T08:57:00.000-08:00

Foolish

2006-11-07T17:10:00.000-08:00

im too lazy to fix the friggin posting. so just click on the empty ass box. go about 50 seconds into the clip. STOOPID

2006-11-02T08:54:00.000-08:00

ALL HALLO'S EVENING....

So, six weeks ago we decided it was haunted house time again, and Drunk Girl was happy to coordinate the purchasing of tickets for NIGHTMARE (insert scary music here) one of the top 13 Haunted Houses in the nation (yea ok) So we buy tickets, and mark our calenders, October 31st its going down. Some few weeks closer to the date, Queen suggests we go costume shopping...yea never happens. Next thing we know its Halloween, nobody has costumes and everybody is trying to bail on the haunted house. We miss Drunk Girl...but alas, she hasn't gone too far, suddenly we're bombarded with emails with her cussing us out telling us about ourselves. We suddenly feel like going again, and it's on...nightmare here we come.

Midday, my coworker decides she's going to ricky's for costume shopping, and I kindly ask her to pick me up something. After a grueling day of editing I race home to transform in to a super sexy flight attendant and hail a cab to meet Missbridge, Ms Potts and Queen downtown...At a stoplight something smacks the top of the cab. They're egging! I love it, its now officially Halloween.

20 mins later I stumble in to Schuellers on the lower east side to find Ms. Potts without her Pott, Queen in business casual and miss bridge in jeans and a sweater. Oh Hell NO! I will not be the only fool running around dressed up on Halloween. 5 minutes later we're in the ladies room making transformations...Queen morphs in to a sexy army brat...and MissBridge becomes a ghetto ballerina, mainly because I forgot her tights and only brought her one legwarmer but she still pulled it off.

Ok guys lets roll...

Around the corner we enter the haunted house...we've had a couple martinis but we're not THAT drunk...we gotta wait on D-Nice, who must be quite Nice cause she keeps calling hysterically talking about how she's on her way and how she almost got in a fight with some man at the parade in the village...but swears she's not drunk (yea ok).

Finally she arrives, provides Ms. Potts with her pirate get-up and now we're all somewhat dressed for Halloween, picture time!!!!! We've had a couple more glasses of wine and now we're good and tipsy and ready to be scared. We get grouped up with a few white folks and next thing we know we're inside. They give us a mean speech about being respectful to the professional actors aka monsters inside, D-Nice laughs and now we enter. First room, the scary girl gets murdered in front of us...ok yea but this broad got Usher and Omarion posters on her wall, she's not black because if she was she would've bounced before the murderer came, but all we can talk about is the r&b posters on the wall. We ruined that room! Next...we stand around a table and all put our hands on the table...They ask a white girl to come alone to the next room, she says no, so my drunk behind says I'll go...around the corner they're like come thie way hurry up hurry up. I start jogging and oops! they're goes my boob just popped right out the costume! The monsters all break character like your boob! I'm hysterically laughing and so are they, they tell me to hide underneath this television looking thing from the ring. OH SHIT somebody else is back here. Oh it's a girl from the group before, phew no big deal, now that was scary. Some minutes later the group comes in to the TV room, and I'm supposed to jump out. Raaaaaaaaaaaar I say, nobody is scared. I think the costume was pretty unscary. Next we're underneath the TV in this extremely tight corridor. And it's pitch black. Ok if you're overweight you couldn NOT be in this haunted house, these walls are tight. We cant find the way out, for like 5 minutes. Finally the monster comes to get us, like this way dumbasses...he clowns us for being stupid and leads us to the next room. Can't remember what happened in here but it wasn't scary, all i remember is some goul saying, "i like the stuartist," and then hitting on D Nice in her army fit. Ok are they supposed to be scaring us or picking us up. Moving on we crawl over and under something, is this a haunted house or the underground railroad, and damn you gotta be limber up in here. We make it to some room where this girl get murdered and then pukes in a bucket, (oh i'm so scared, not) then walk out to the next room and wait this isn't a room. It's over, you mean to tell me it's over. Oh HELL NO! i'm too pissed. Some white girl gives us free drink tickets to ease our pain...another glass of wine, I'm now at least drunk. MissBridge spots Missy in the crowd. Next thing I know we run out and D-Nice waltz's up to Missy and Olivia (you know they're dating) and tells them the haunted house sucked. They look disgusted and we run out to the street to hail a cab. What's next? Queen wants to go to a house party...I heard about it...after fussing over how to the split the cabs I end up on 135th and Madison...house party ok, where's the house? Right there. Where? Right there...um huh? That's the projects. We're going to a party in the projects. Oh hell no what the fuck, we' going to the projects (I'm really loud as i'm saying this in the projects) Y'all are whilin...oh un un. Inside we bump in to familiar faces. I have Hennesy and Coke to ease my sorrows. 15 minutes later I'm ready to roll, Ms. Potts is beyond pissed, and Queen is over it. My fav hits me up...he's in a bad mood too...alright I'm calling it, Halloween is over at 11:45...

Knock Knock.....Trick or Treat????

Ballin ATL style...

2006-11-01T11:37:00.000-08:00

In the A-town there's a different Ballin crew whom I love...and out of all the many things that happened during our glorious homecoming weekend, only this story captures the true essence of my girls...for further understanding see the guide below:

Cherise: Hometown Fort Worth, TX Flavor: The MOST nonchalant person I have ever met in my life. Always goes with the flow never upset, treats men like men treats girls...
Danielle: Hometown Chicago, IL Flavor: The most over analytical person I've ever known, always in deep thought, always thinking the worst...
Ashley: Hometown Wilmington, DE (you met Ashley at the Den a couple weeks back) Flavor: The most dramatic and comical person I've ever met.
Corinne: (you met Corinne she lives here now) Hometown Los Angelos, CA Flavor: Super boughetto, the most EMOTIONAL person I've ever known, kinda a crunk, lots of attitude.

Thursday night I arrive in ATL extremely late, (airtran is ghetto as usual) and take my extremely tired self to Reesie's house where I barely said hello before passing out only to wake up at 2:30 pm the next day to pouring rain outside the window. Un un ATL, it's homecoming this rain business has to stop. If you've ever been to ATL you know that this is not a pedestrian friendly city. You need a car, everybody has a car. Well everyone except Reesie...oh lord now what...my spoiled behind is not having it on the Marta..."Danielle," I say, "call Enterprise, we renting a car." Bet, its' on. Well except I don't have my driver's license on me so Danielle we're gonna have to get it in ur name. That's cool says Danielle, I just cant get pulled over cause my license is suspended (she repeats this statement everytime she gets in the car the entire weekend). No problem, we won't get pulled over it's homecoming and we're in the A.

It's 5 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. We've all had as much fun as we humanly possibly could in a 3 day time period. We've left our 4 hour brunch to go meet up for 3 hours of drinks, our annual Sunday meetup. Cherise agrees to pick up Corinne from the back woods of ATL. I protest vehemently, no one listens to me. Danielle is acting drunk still from last night, so Cherise drives. This is the first time anyone other than Danielle has been in the driver seat of the car. We drive (as I complain) and drive and drive until we get to Corinne. She hops in the backseat and we're off. The boys are mad at us cause we're late...(I said we shouldn't pick up Corinne). Driving back to civilization from bumblebutt GA we curve around headed to Northside when an entourage of cop cars come in to view...

Me: Oh fuck! Is that a road block?
Cherise: Just wait, just wait be cool, maybe it's nothing.
Danielle: Y'all we cannot get pulled over, Oh my god Oh my God Oh my God, If we get pulled over I'm going to jail.
Corinne: Wait, what the hell is going on?
Cop: Excuse me can I see your driver's license
Cherise: (looks at me) What should I say?
Me: (the look on my face says this) BITCH what do you mean "what should you say the window is down he can hear you"
Cherise to the cop: Um I don't have it on me right now.
Cop: Can you pull over up here...
Danielle: Oh my god Oh my god, (tears streaming down her face)
Corinne: Oh shit, I don't like cops, I'm from LA I don't like cops
Danielle: Weezing, Weezing, what we gonna do, I'm going to jail, I'm going to jail,
Cherise: Silence
Me: Would you two in the back shut the fuck up. Both of you just shut up and relax. Cherise tell him you have a license.
Cherise: I have a license it's out of texas.
Cop: ok do you have an id?
(she hands it to him)
Danielle: (With a solid river of tears down her face) Oh my god you guys, oh my god...what am i gonna do, If they run my license...
Cop: Um excuse me, you don't have a license out of Texas, just a state ID.
Cherise: I don't???
The rest of us: YOU DON'T????
Cherise: I don't, (flippantly) then why did I take the driver's test?
Me: (under my breath) this bitch right here
Cop: Well who has a license?
I point to Corinne, Corinne points to me, Cherise points to Danielle, Danielle points to Corinne.
Cop: Everybody is pointing at each other.
Me: Corinne give him your license, (he checks it)
Cop: You need to drive.
Corrine and Cherise switch seats.
Cop: This is a rental car? Can i have the rental papers...
I hand them over
Cop: Who's Danielle?
Danielle: Danielle's not here right now?
Corinne and I: Danielle wtf are you doing right now?
Cherise: Danielle, Danielle...
Cop: Well the rental papers said only Danielle can drive the car...
Danielle: Um I know but...she let us borrow it and um...
Sidebar: This girl is still lying to the police
The rest of us: Danielle quit lying and tell the truth
Danielle: (tears steady streaming down her face) Ok no, I'm sorry I'm Danielle....
Cop: Why y'all playing games? (the cop is white mind you)
Corinne: I'm sorry we're just nervous, she's just really nervous around police.
Danielle: I'm just nervous I'm sorry I'm just nervous..
Corinne: (cosigning but making it worse) I'm really nervous too, I'm from LA I'm nervous around the cops...
Me: Shut up Corinne
Cop: Do you have a license?
Danielle: Yes (through the tears she hands it over)
Cop: Ok, you need to be driving (hands back the license and walks away from the car)
Danielle: Still sobbing, if he checks my license if he runs my license....
Me: Danielle he can't run your license, its in your hands....
Danielle: (sobbing, laughing, crying, sniffling)
ALL OF US: Hysterical laughter...
Me: Danielle when we get to Slice I'm gonna curse you out something serious over a martini...
Corinne: Cherise you really dont' have a license?
(5-0- comes back) Cop: Unfortunately I still have to write you a ticket...
Cherise: And then what happens?
Cop: You go to traffic court
Cherise: How much is it going to be?
Cop: I dont know.
Cherise: Can I fight it?
Me: Cherise if you don't shut up!
Me: Thank you officer have a nice day. Danielle drive.....

I dunno why that man let us go...I don't know why my friends are so crazy...all I know is that I love my girls, and boy were we BALLLLLLINNNNNNN!!!!

I was once a poet...

2006-10-23T16:23:00.000-07:00

So many people tell convenient lies to make themselves feel better about what they’re trying to hide or deny to be true
True lies hold the world together. Hides the things we’re incapable of saying
Hides the things we’re incapable of believing because sometimes life gets messy
and doesn’t fit our picture perfect endings,
projections of our futures, the stories we’ve written in our minds,
and damned if anybody has the time to have their plans interrupted.
A girl interrupted loses love to search for truth but finds herself alone missing the love lie she lived with for so long.
So she lies and lies in bed crying inside but pulls it all together because emotions are inconvenient and keeping up the front is more important than acknowledgement of truth.
Perfection has no room for detours
Weaving webs of deceit to cover up her own actions
But when it all falls down…
There’s nothing left but truth and deception
Pain and Reflection
Denial and Introspection
And a driving desire to just say the words…

THANK YOU......

2006-10-23T10:27:00.000-07:00

I have to write this post purely to say thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooo much to everyone who came to celebrate my birthday weekend. The last 72 hours of my life were absolutely amazing (minus leaving my coat at karaoke and losing my keys)! I had a blast, i had a fantastic time and I felt sooooo loved. All of you are so wonderful and I feel blessed to have you in my life. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. Words cannnot express...

First there were 20 and now there are 4

2006-10-22T08:43:00.000-07:00

Nat and Miss Bridge arrive on a sketchy street in midtown. After asking numerous people where to go we arrive in front of a glass door with no friends in sight. A lesbian approaches Nat asking her to come do karaoke in the bar next door. She politely declines. Chicken Noodle's on the phone looking for a liquor store. He finds it, so we go ahead in. Nat says no to the elevator so we take the stairs...it all looks like a joke. There cant be a karaoke spot here. We get to the top of the stairs friendly asian lady says "Leigh party...come in, come in." We show ID and are escorted to her room, which is packed something serious. After about 20 people come and go over the course of a few hours, we finally get a bigger room. Me and Miss M&W are chowing on the wings...everybody gets on our level later. Beyonce B'Day is crunk singing "Crazy In Love," Mariah Carey cuts and anything slow. She thinks she's Mary J and Whitney and Jay-Z's girl, but its all comedy. Mercer tells us "The downfall of all men...whiskey and ass." Little did we know.the night would prove him to be true. After Jaime taking over Chaka, Chicken Noodle playing Nawlin's MC with Nat sayin "we rollin witchu," Kimmie and Nat da bad job as backup and Miss Bridge giving her rendition of "Kiss," the majority of the room was packed up, dressed in their coats and saying goodbyes...two hours before they actually left. There are four...we finish the hell of out "Lovers and Friends" put on in honor of the situation. ha, ha...we go to pay the bill and all bounce together...very quickly and swiftly the party heads to another spot unbeknownst to us...the Fantastic Four are left in the street wondering..."where'd everybody go?" As Merce says....why werent invited just because the Fantastic Four wasnt hitting in theatres doesnt mean that they cant go to extended viewing. "we were across the street"
missbridge, queen, kimmie and nat aka The Fantastic Four

That's The Way I Feel AboutYou

2006-10-21T11:04:00.000-07:00

I want and need when I'm without you. My heart mourns and bleeds when I'm without you.
Worlds apart, I think and dream about you. Craving that touch that I miss so much.
Having visions of your lips. That evil grin that tickles your chin when you're kinky thinking and the hint of sparkle in your eye when you're winking.
You're so good at being bad, and I'm glad I have enough sweet meat for you to eat when you're hungry for a satisfying meal.
The smallest taste makes your heart race, your body shivers, and with every quiver I feel your blood rush.
GUSH.
Intensity explodes from within you, fulfilling destiny it swallows you whole.
Suck, lick, kiss...silently thanking the heavens for my angel. Tightly wrapped in the rose of pink bliss.
As I am still growing, knowing you can't get enough of it, the feeling overwhelms you.
Fall into a coma, dream my aroma.
Your eyes slide to the back of your head, then close.
I've been deeply rooted in every desired hole.
Your mind froze and couldn't remember when it hurt so good...not to feel me, but for me to fill you...
up, down, in, out, all around...breathing you in I'm deaf to all sound. Just our hearts beating in a syncapated rhythm.
No moans or squeaky springs, no dirty talk or screams.
No crackling flames, just two matching souls.
Grounded and surrounded by love, showered and empowered by love.
Whatever is mine, shall forever be yours.
This our wedding night we make love with the waves on the ocean shore.
Crashing against the sand, naturally being woman and man.
The sunshine in your smile makes my days so bright.
You test your leg span, as you spread to receive me in full. We push and pull, toss and turn becoming one.
That night we create the seed that grows to seal every true marriage's fate.
In 9 months you'll have your third chance at being great.
The first, was being born. The second, being my wife. Lastly being a mother giving and receiving life.
You are my trophy, my badge of honor. A prize made especially for me.
I love you the way God loves His church.
My arms await you...sleep with me.

AWWWW COME ON

2006-10-19T12:38:00.000-07:00

So our main man...Jim Jones is saying (and i quote) ""...dude just basically copied my Ballin video and did a more expensive version! I guess they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!" Please go check it out...the major difference is that Jimmy has friends (Dip Set). Jay's do-lo.

http://www.vibe.com/music/video/2006/09/01/jim_jones_we_fly_high_reppin_time/index.html?url=http%3A%2F%2Fboss.streamos.com%2Fwmedia%2Fkochent%2Fjimjones%2Fweflyhi512k.wvx

Spelhouse HC!!!

2006-10-19T06:25:00.000-07:00

http://www.jarpreview.com/homecoming06/index.htm

Can you spot me??

shake...shake...shake ya money maker!!!

I love that song.

Love,
Drunk Girl

2006-10-18T08:00:00.000-07:00

Drunk Girl

Can't Fight the Feeling

2006-10-17T11:45:00.000-07:00

I'm intrigued by your innocence, yet so in-depth.
Its all so enticing even though you haven't mastered the art.
Funny how we're so close, and not even near each other.
Funny, but we're not even laughing. =)
There's just this look that's intense, your craving feels immense.
Your body stained, and engraved on my finger prints.
Even if you were wearing shades with double-darkened tints, I'd see you.
A passion in your eyes so thirsty to be quenched.
I can't move. Momentarily thinking of what I have to prove.
'Nothing' I conclude, we're just growing and flowing with the mood.
Floating in pitter-patter motions, as we chitter-chatter notions of lust.
Your body tightens with penetration, do you not trust?
Trust me enough to grace my face with what lies beneath?
A pleasure felt much better when its wetter, I grit my teeth.
You remember back and forth? You remember up and down?
Forget our needless questions, let's lose ourselves right here, right now.
As moisture starts to fall, begging for it all.
Too deep for you to scream it takes your breath away,
no space between your walls.
Everything around me stops to pause. As we revel at your beauty,
waiting for the call.
"Arrive," my love. "Arise," my queen, "your throne awaits!"
Bending and twisting shapes, until we fit like 7 clever plates.
We were the pieces to the puzzle in the first place.

for all u hov heads...

2006-10-16T12:48:00.000-07:00

PICS ON THE WAY

2006-10-16T10:04:00.000-07:00

someone has to do a re-hash of Sat. i vote you Drea. Nia's sending pics my way later tonight. we gotta add her to team-ballin, too and think of a name 4 her.

First NO, now NY

2006-10-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

Soooooooo, Chike you had your turn, now its my turn...NY over ATL...
where the hell is Jamal Anderson when you need him? No QB rushing
for over 100 yds, no Alge Krumpler highlights, no DeAngelo Hall running
interceptions back for touchdowns, HAHAHA. Once again the mystique,
the stifling defense, and fast paced offense Atlanta's been known for looked
less than average to "Big Blue" lol. Manning fades back in the pocket, let's
it fly.... TOUCHDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN to Burress. =) lol
So whenever you Atl'iens are ready, I got my shield up...start throwing some
hate.

ATTENTION BALLERS

2006-10-13T14:19:00.000-07:00

Movie night tomorrow (sat) when Chicken Noodle and Coodie get in. cant wait.
let's do drinks or bowling afterwards.

My ears could not be ringing louder

2006-10-13T08:10:00.000-07:00

(this post is on behalf of Drunk Girl)

1) I opened my eyes at 9:30am…

2) I had to get off the train at 96 street cause I wasn't sure I was going to make it…. If ya know what I mean

3) Random Moet boy called me 5 times last night after I left Stereo…why did I give him my real number?

4) I may have drank a whole bottle of Moet…. (I'm still drunk!) - noticed that as I tried to type this.

5) I HATE T.I. ….but I LOVE Stereo :)

Ballin,

Drunk Girl

CAN WE BALL YET?

2006-10-13T07:57:00.000-07:00

Chicken Noodle I hear u arent arriving til tomorrow :(
u gotta let me know how to post the songs...
what a fun night last night...to all i spent time with.

More Jay-Z

2006-10-12T08:58:00.000-07:00

http://www.zshare.net/audio/jayz_-_kingdom_come-mp3.html

Doooope

2006-10-11T13:47:00.000-07:00

CRAZY

2006-10-11T12:15:00.001-07:00

http://motionographer.com/media/idol.mov

Get Yo Dollars Out

2006-10-10T14:07:00.000-07:00

http://www.mediamax.com/cozah1/Hosted/07%20whrrrrr%20the%20cash.m4a

Going To Be a Good Year for Black Actors

2006-10-10T13:30:00.000-07:00

And it don't stop...the evidence!

2006-10-10T09:01:00.000-07:00

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME...I SHOULDN'T 'VE LEFT U

2006-10-09T14:26:00.000-07:00

Sup peeps...so you know your girl is slow with the techno. so no pics just yet from Bermuda. on the way to see Departed. let u know what's good later. Drea your story is comedy. so NY you're right. one question: why didnt anyone call Miss Bridge...shady, shady.
Cant wait for Mr Hollywood to return on Friday. it's gonna be ballin time forreal this weekend. Peace!

UHuuM

2006-10-08T15:31:00.000-07:00

for all my "Dirty Birds"

the o-rig-in-a-tor...

2006-10-06T16:53:00.000-07:00

i aint jazzo OR JD but ya'll who KNOW, know what it is...

NEW JAYZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-10-06T13:01:00.000-07:00

http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/mp3/jayz_showme.mp3

i love him.

Light change......

2006-10-06T11:32:00.000-07:00

I was SPEEEEEDIIIIIN and now BLOGGGIIIIIN has landed biotches....

2006-10-06T11:23:00.000-07:00

And it don't stop....

2006-10-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

Midway in to a pretty painful night of partying with people I didn't know for my former roommates 21st birthday (she skipped 2 grades) I was sitting at Lattitude putting on my lip gloss when I felt someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. I glanced over quickly and thought (he looks like Big Bub) and then returned to beautifying myself. 30 seconds later the familiar face wondered up to me and low and behold, that IS Big Bub. Thank GOD!!!!! I've been saved. Big Bub and Will (cute puerto rican mutual friend of the tv boys) took a pretty mediocre night and picked it up 10 notches. Next thing I know Will thinks he's Justin Timberlake, you know I think I'm Beyonce, and Big Bub lookin like Michael Jackson and we're cutting a rug all over the second floor of Lattitude (dammit if these people don't stop poking us with those pool sticks!) Two hours later...it's time to bounce to Stereo. Change Clothes is back in NY and we're celebrating with a night on the town. I tried my best to peer pressure Big Bub in to going but he's not having it. The phone vibrates, its Drunk Girl, there's a private event at Stereo, heading to BLVD. Yuck, I hate BLVD, seriously hate it. Big Bub is putting the let's split a cab home pressure on me and I'm about to succomb when in walks favorite white boy in the world, Mr. Beantown himself.

"Come on Leigh, let's go to Plumm...."
"I don't wanna..."

The phone rings, its Drunk Girl, "OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO COME OUT, YOU'RE SOOOO LAME, THAT'S SO WACK..." (she's yelling)

"Alright favorite, I'll go to Plumm...but you have to come with me to meet them at Blvd."

A quick cab ride later, My fav, Will and his really cool homie are at Plumm. Inside, it is whiiiiiiiiite. Not mixed, straight up white. But the DJ is snappin...like seriously who is this dj, I keep trying to sit down and he won't let me. Two vodka redbulls later, we're all having a great time, my fav found his homeboy with a table, and Dana Dane is performing (so random I know). Drunk Girl said BLVD is wack, so they're on the way. What seemed like hours later, but was really only 30 minutes, Drunk Girl, Baby Girl and Change Clothes show up with TI and his hype man. Soooo great. Now we're all having a blast, cause the music is just soooo goood. But alas, the reality is we are in a very white party, so the rock n roll cuts start, and now we know its time to roll.

Check the clock, it's 2:30...I'm beat, let's go home. Tip says, let's go to Stereo. Are you serious, you guys it's 2;30 lets call it. Outside we split in to cabs based on who lives where, but the next thing I know I'm outside of Stereo. Oh boy here we go.

Tip and Hype man have some beef at the door. We're standing outside for about 15 minutes. Ok that's it, i'm outta here, i'm just not that pressed. But we keep standing as we have a mini college reunion when three homeboys from school walk up. Were standing in line, and things are not looking good, almost got in because Change Clothes was workin it, but then suddenly Tip pulls the gay white man real close to his ear, says something real slick, and the next thing I know, we're all in, all comped. Hey, whatever, I'll take it.

Inside I think I'm in a scene from Entourage. I don't know if it was just me, but it was like people were hanging from the ceilings. It is POPPIN in here. Seems like everyone has a table, and everyone is offering us drinks. We make it to the dance floor, just in time to catch what, "BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN," and as we are getting in to the anthem see a lil fat man roll up on to the tiny stage at the back of Stereo.

OH SHIT. Is that CEE-LO?

Yea it is. And now we're going craaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzyy! Cee-lo is performing in Stereo. Why? I dunno, but the shit was great. Who knew?

We're all drunk, dancing, flirting, gosh I love new york. Finally they start mopping the floors around our feet. I think it's time to call it guys.

Drunk girl says : I want Macaroni and Cheese

I think I'm living groundhog nights.

Get to the Cafeteria, dap up the weekend bouncers. Roll through, have mac and cheese. Some odd minutes later, I'm back asleep in my cozy bed in Harlem ;)

BALLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!

FIELD TRIP

2006-10-03T23:05:00.000-07:00

GO COP IT NOW!!!

2006-10-02T12:50:00.000-07:00

Ok I know I am making weekly posts urging you to listen to what I am feelin', but this is so sincere. :) Please pick up Robin Thicke's Evolution of Robin Thicke...the original soulful white boy. This album puts Justin to shame...although I cant hate on FutureSex/Love Sounds.
This joint is crazy though. I gotta figure out how to put songs on the page.

For all the Lovely Ladies of TEAM-BALLIN

2006-10-02T11:15:00.000-07:00

Leigh you snapped w/ this one, the site has been stamped with a seal of authenticity...lol

OUR FUTURES ARE BRIGHT (lets be prepared)

2006-10-01T18:58:00.000-07:00

http://www.luxuryculture.com

FOOD OR CHANGE PLEEEAASE....

2006-09-28T22:35:00.000-07:00

So today Coodie and I were baptized into the food and beverage industry... Yes we knelt before the steel blade...For those of you who have ever tried a Coodie Colada you already know of it's addictive crack like symptoms...well Korea might also get a chance to experience what has been bottled up in a little kitchen on 123rd street Harlem… uptown baby (baaaaaaaalliiiiinn)...today we met with a VP form CJ entertainment a subsidiary of CJ Food System, the largest food and beverage manufactures in Korea...and yes the V.P indulged in a taste test of Coodie's own Coodie Colada...and of course, as if we were in Coodie's backyard she raised her red plastic cup for seconds...Now on this particular occasion we had to modify the recipe of the traditional Coodie Colada to attract the typical Korean market...So we created a new flavor based on research of typical Korean beverages...here is where we got real creative...Now before I announce the flavor to the world I want to see if my fellow bloggers can figure out (based on the packaging of course) what flavor might we have concocted for our Korean friends????

IS IT JUST ME

2006-09-28T10:16:00.000-07:00

Or is anyone else in a weird place today. Not literally a weird place, but my emotions are very indifferent. I think I am trippin about LSAT big thanks to all for support. But I am a bit crazy today. I have to go to my last class. I dont wanna go but I am gonna go anyway. JO I felt yr language discussion. The funny thing is that in other countries outside of North America people speak like 4-5 languages and its easy. I think you have to learn more than one at a young age because you pick up easier. Sometimes I wish I was dominican like everyone assumes I am so I could understand what they are saying in the hair salon. Ok, enough venting...Snoopy no more crazy pics. I still am having nightmares (smile). Chiken Noodle-- you gotta get some music on this thing.

Mishegos

2006-09-28T07:44:00.000-07:00

So I've always been a lover of things I'm not accustomed to. And there's this Jewish guy having a conversation in Yiddish, and I understood the word mishegos. It translates to headache or shenanigans. I dont know why but different languages peak my interest. I know spanish, a little Italian, so badly wanting to learn French and Portuguese. I can barely speak the English language correctly, but I want to learn another one. Anybody else share that interest or is it just the yellow nerd in spanish harlem?

WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON TODAY?!?

2006-09-27T09:05:00.000-07:00

I get in from work and find out that Rev Run and his wife lost their baby all while the MTV cameras were there filming and T.O. tried to kill himself. Kate Moss thinks she can pass for being african. There's just too damn much going on today. Diddy having two girls. It's too much goin on. i gotta go...

THAT PIC IS GIVING ME NIGHTMARES

2006-09-27T08:57:00.000-07:00

Seriously Snoopy you gotta take that pic down...its giving me the creeps. i cant ball when i am paranoid that that man is going to jump out of the computer screen. Everybody please listen to this Luda "Snap" joint its the ish.
tootles

BROWNIES

2006-09-26T21:24:00.000-07:00

Well well well here i am!

So i don't know what has happened, it all started when the other day I went to this birthday celebration and I had these brownies and ever since my face has been changing. Maybe it was the milk, maybe it was all the female clickity clackity going on. Either way I learned a whole hell of alot about what women do on weekend while us men sit around wondering why we haven't gotten a call.
Shame she had to come crosstown on the train smelling like pork.

Wow ain't this a blip, I wanna go to bed after a night at the Den and Color Purple just came on!

A NOTE FROM BB

2006-09-26T14:36:00.001-07:00

Hey gang-
Off to LSAT. you know i am lame, but the lovely L-Boogie just hollered and told me JIm Jones loves us...great news to end my hectic work day...i am feelin I NEED A BOSS "Shareefa" right about now. Falcons will come back...dont get it twisted Chicken Noodle...hah.
LOve yall

Eating Crow

2006-09-26T12:06:00.000-07:00

Hex or not, Falcons got defeathered. lol Thats as T.O. as it gets for me, for now at least. On a different note...that pregame concert was crazy. Buuuuuuuuuuut lets not confuse it...if it were a battle of the bands we know ATL would have faired much better than that lol.

Eating Crow

2006-09-26T09:12:00.000-07:00

So when I said last week, "wait til they play Atlanta," I actually thought today I'd be able to brag, Chike. ATL got their asses handed to them. And I won't lie, I thought it might be possible for Atlanta to throw the game out of compassion, but then I remembered what its like to be an athlete and that thought was immediately 86'ed. Congrats to the Saints, they went marchin in all over the falcons. I saw a sign that read "Dirty Birds make good gumbo" lol...Mike got eVICKted, and Warrick was Dunn. In Atlanta's defense I will say this...

JO

Messages from the Sun

2006-09-26T08:48:00.000-07:00

There is a reason why I set in the west, Wild Flower.
It's because that's where you are.
You receive the most beautiful array of light
I save it especially for you.
I stand forever in amazement at the uniqueness of your unseasonal bloom
93 million miles away, and I'm still the closest thing to you
In ever season;
I cover you in winter
Watch you fly in the springtime
Help you grow in the summer
But I'd never let you fall.
After the sky cries we could make love in all 7 shades of the rainbow.
But it seems you never take enough of me in, Wild Flower.
A photo of my smile could further your synthesis
An ultraviolet penetration to your stigma,
Tell me that sh*t ain't hot.
Waiting patiently for the chance to kiss your petals softly,
but you deny my sunlight.

JO

Pleeeeeeaaaase!!!

2006-09-25T21:03:00.000-07:00

aaaaaah get that out of here...lol...Saints baaby...Super Bowl Bound..Post Katrina baaaby...On some real, they should have saved the city tour until after the game..whoes going to be able to play football after seeing post katrina destruction.

FUCK THE SAINTS!!!!

2006-09-25T20:42:00.000-07:00

cost benefit analysis:
oh no please stop the madness!!! no Saints signs please!!!! for all my atliens ya'll know that we are throwing the game to support the N.O. economy and thats some trill ish that only atl folk would understand, don't worry we gonna come back and get dat ass the next time but we believe in giving
go falcons!!!
-THIS MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY CLUB 112 WHERE THE PLAYAS DWELL
WHAT CHA KNOW ABOUT DAT BEYOTCH?!?!?!?

WHO DAT?

2006-09-25T18:40:00.000-07:00

As my friends cheer while I rebuild the site..."you can dooooo iiiiit!!!!!"

2006-09-25T15:50:00.000-07:00

who did it? thats hilarious

2006-09-25T15:20:00.000-07:00

Leigh u aint got no sense...but just think about it. It wouldnt be right if we didnt delete it all the first day. thanks goodness it wasnt deleted on day 30...then i would be sad. this blog idea was genius...we are gonna be overnight celebrities...shout out drea. :)

2006-09-25T15:14:00.000-07:00

I am sad that those classic comments are now gone. Whatever we will blog on anyhow. Dont delete anythign apparently someone pressed delete by mistake. It's time to Ball On...i will post more hilarious commentary later today.
Hollaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hmmmmmmmm

2006-09-25T14:56:00.000-07:00

not sure what happen...hey when logged in please stay away from any type of DELETE buttons...